February is the shortest month of the year! But for me it is truly the longest month. February means we are about halfway through winter; but it packs a powerful punch when it wants to! It was always a month that I liked to escape to somewhere warm and get away. I have not done that in a while. It truly did help with the winter blues that would come my way during the month of February.
Now on February 11, I am in between the two dates that changed my life forever. February 13 which is coming up in a few days is the day my father passed away in 1966 at the age of 42. My father was a sickly man who had rheumatic fever when he was a child. This left him with a rheumatic heart condition. He also suffered from Ileitis where he endured extensive hospital stays and surgeries.
Growing up my father spent more time in the hospital than he did at home or that is how as a child I remember it. Yes times have changed and today long hospital stays are the exception. As a child I would remember falling asleep on the living room couch waiting for my mother to come home from the hospital after visiting hours were over.
Seven years later in 1973 at the age of 44 my mother passed away from breast cancer.
I will share more of my story. Maybe sharing my story will be helpful so you can get to know me and what motivates me. Why my passion for finding a cure for breast cancer is a driving force in my life.
But this week when I look at my family, it is a tough week because as I get older I realize how young my parents were when they died. I realize how much they did not see of their children’s lives nor have the opportunity of meeting their wonderful grandchildren.