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I wrote in my last blog post about my youngest sister. Later this week, I am lucky to have her and my other sister keeping me company for my next chemo treatment. My other sis and I are very close in age. We shared everything, except she luckily didn't have to wear my hand me downs. We did a lot together as kids. We even got our tonsils out at the same time! I still remember her tiny little body holding on to a hospital rail for dear life! It was time for the operation and she refused to be wheeled from our room into the operating room. She was tiny AND sedated, but it took a couple of big dudes to pry her hands off the rail. Such determination! That's my sis.
These days, she lives overseas with her awesome husband. She has traveled the world and lived in some cool places. As I've gone through my cancer battle, she has made several trips to be with me at critical times. Not an easy thing to do, but she loves me. And it means so much to me!! She has been with me at Chemo sessions, Radiation sessions and at my side at all of my operations. I draw such strength from her. That tiny determined little girl has grown into a beautiful, determined woman. Chemo has made me pretty ill. Knowing she is at my side, makes going in for this next session so much easier.
I'm a lucky guy. My sister's tiny little determined hands have turned into kind and loving hands. I love you JoJo. Even if you refused to open your Robin doll so he could play with my Batman doll.
Links:
Fighting Cancer Isn't Sexy:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
