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That’s what it has been. Seven hundred and thirty days since I was able to hold my Bestie, my Zush.

Me and the Zush, circa 2002.

Life has gone on without my Zush. Well, not really. I still, especially when quiet, can feel her by my feet, or glance over to her spot on the floor and see her quickly in my mind’s eye. It is a truly bittersweet sensation. I have become a firm believer in the Rainbow bridge, as many of my friends have tried to extend their sympathy in telling me the story of the Rainbow Bridge and me meeting Zush again there again one day. I just pray to God I’ll be able to do that. If I don’t get a chance , well,…I shudder to think about it. Believe it or not, there are times in Church where a hymn is sung and my eyes well up. It reminds me of hearing the same hymn during a time in the later part of Zush’s life, where I prayed to God to keep her with me as long as possible. Feeling her by me, I guess God answered my prayer.

My Zush circa 2012

Don’t get me wrong. I love Kasia; truly I do. Zush is still my heart. We have gone through a ton together. She was the best psychologist in town, and she kept all her mother’s secrets. Sometimes, I swear, she’d wink at me to say it was all going to be ok.

So tomorrow, seven hundred and thirty days after she has physically left me, I will spend the day cherishing my buddy’s memory. I will take Kasia for some good walks , spending Mom and Kasia time together, and I know Zush will be with us.

She was ALWAYS the best.

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I had to put up this shot of my girls, because they both have been my rock.

Twenty-five years ago, after a course of chemo and radiation , I had a total hysterectomy, wiping cancer out, for the most part, until I had two other bouts in my mid-to late thirties.

If you are a frequent reader of this blog, you know I usually list all my people I am thankful for, who helped me through this first and fiercest cancer battle. They pretty much know who they are.

I’ll just leave this with one statement.

Thank God.

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I had to put up this shot of my girls, because they both have been my rock.

Twenty-five years ago, after a course of chemo and radiation , I had a total hysterectomy, wiping cancer out, for the most part, until I had two other bouts in my mid-to late thirties.

If you are a frequent reader of this blog, you know I usually list all my people I am thankful for, who helped me through this first and fiercest cancer battle. They pretty much know who they are.

I’ll just leave this with one statement.

Thank God.