Thank God for my Mom
Today was traumatic but she put it in perspective
The day started off badly.
I got a certified letter from the IRS. My ex, who was supposed to pay off our IRS bill, had not done so. They told me I had to pay up or I could lose my house. The problem? I don’t have the money.
I’m fighting a metastatic brain, lung and liver cancer.
So I’m already overwhelmed with medical bills. Plus I’m caring for my elderly mother.
I panicked. Was I going to be homeless? Even worse — would my Mom be homeless?
As I hyperventilated, my Mom said, “You’re still alive.”
OK.
“Your life is worth more than any money,” she said.
She was looking at me with love. And suddenly… I was OK.
I took my Mom in to take care of her. Because I love her and she needed me. But… she helps me more than I ever imagined. Like what happened today.
It’s going to be OK. I can set up a payment plan with the government. I will get through this cancer. And life will go on.
It’s amazing how much you can learn from people who’ve lived. My Mom has been through a lot.
She grew up in India. Her dad volunteered with Mahatma Gandhi and he traveled to little villages in India with his new bride, and then their children, working with the poor. My Mom grew up in Gandhi’s ashram.
When she was in college, she went hiking and camping in the Himalayas with her family.
She moved to America with my father and went through the culture shock. She experienced tragedy and hardship as well as good times. She’s buried my father, dealt with the pain of being abandoned by my brother. She has had her own health scares.
It’s all made her a stronger person. And now she helps me be stronger too.
I am so grateful for my mother.
