March 2, 2009
About a week and a half ago, it was discovered that my Mom has a very aggressive form of cancer. She had pretty major surgery almost immediately and she’s now in recovery. It was such a shock to all of us (including her) since she was actually more mobile and feeling better the last couple of years than she had in a long time. It’s hard to comprehend that she’s now so sick.
Mom recognized my love for photography early and made sure I had camera equipment growing up (as a single mother with 3 kids and the soul supporter from the time I was 6 years old, that was NOT an easy task – I don’t know how she did it. ). And, somehow, when I was 15, she also managed to bring into my life, my first horse. I had no idea how much her acknowledgement and support of my passions would affect the entire rest of my life. Photography and horses have always brought me some of my greatest joy, my most creative moments, a sense of accomplishment, unconditional love…and an amazing source of therapy. Something I can truly appreciate right now.
Over the past few years, Mom has happily endured many a bumpy ride, hot and dusty day, or windy, freezing conditions to share in my adventures with the wild horses. She loves them. I’m hoping I’ll be able to take her to see more of the wild ones sometime in the near future, just like we planned.
In the meantime, she needs her family’s love, care and support. Time with Mom is understandably more important to me than most anything else right now. We remain positive that with the surgery and subsequent treatments to follow, she’ll recover. As a bit of therapy for myself, I’d like to continue this Blog and offer a “Wild Horse of the Week” type of entry. But today, meet my Mom…