Today is a special day for many of us. It’s a day for us to celebrate the most important person in our lives. I’m of course talking about Mother’s Day. I owe so much to my Mom, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pay her back. My Mom gave me life, fed and clothed me, gave me all the love and support that she could. She has also been my biggest supporter during my AN journey. She was the first person I called after I got my diagnosis. She lent me a shoulder to cry on as I told her the news. My Mom even took out a personal loan because I didn’t have insurance and couldn’t afford surgery. She was with me everyday while I was in the hospital. She helped me stand for the first time post-op; and she was by my side as I took my first wobbly steps. Watching with pride as I’m sure she did when I took my first steps as a toddler. She even took time off of work to care for me while I was in recovery.
We would take daily walks together, each day choosing to walk in a different direction, to walk on a different terrain. We would make the drive to Stanford Hospital and Clinics each week for my physical and occupational therapy sessions. Having to re-learn the most basic tasks was extremely frustrating, but humbling as well. Those days were hard, it was a struggle, progress was painstakingly slow. My Mom was supportive through it all though, always there with kind words of encouragement.
It’s been 3 years, 8 months and 26 days since my surgery. Sometimes my life feels like a roller coaster, stepping higher and higher, or spiraling out of control. The one constant through it all has been my Mothers’ unwavering love and support. I simply do no know how I could have gone through all of this without her. This day is a special day for us all, but when you really think about it, everyday is Mother’s Day.