My mom has been battling breast cancer for the past six months. Her doctor has since said she has a 50% chance of surviving, and she isn’t sure if that is a good or a bad thing. She is currently on chemo and is very anxious about going home for the holidays. I have been so glad to not see her on a daily basis, and I am looking forward to spending time with her.
I am lucky enough to have a great mommy that is also a professional and a good friend, and she is looking forward to spending time with her. I am trying to figure out if there is anything I can do after she is gone, or if I should be worried and not be there for her. I feel like I am not a very good parent, but I don’t want her to ever forget how much she loves me.
If you’re missing your mom, it’s not a big deal. Your dad told me that everyone misses their mom, and I know I do, too. My parents would probably be a lot more concerned about me missing my sister than my mom could ever be. Though I am a little nervous, I also feel like I’m missing out by not having a mom to teach me how to do things.
I know Ive said this before, but I believe it. I feel as though my mom is always watching over me, and I think she wants me to grow up to be someone on my own. My mom is my world, shes my anchor, my only friend, and I love her. She is also my greatest teacher, and I wouldn’t be the person I am without her.
I dont know. I feel like my mom and I have a “we” and a “I”, which is fine, but I dont know if it should matter. I feel like she was my first teacher and she taught me how to study and how to interact with other people and make friends. She wasnt too fond of me, but she had a lot of good things to say about me. She was my “mother” after all.
You could easily write a book about my life, but I wouldnt write it. I wouldnt have to work through it all, but I wouldnt even write about it. I dont know if it is possible, but I wouldnt just write about it myself.
I wrote a book about my life, and it was an awesome, epic book I would recommend to anyone who wants their life story told. I would tell anyone who asked that I was a writer and I would say that it was a book that anyone could write. I would have told anyone who asked that it was also a book that I would have written myself.
The thing is, as I said, for all my adult life I have spent my entire life with a computer on top of a wall, and I have no idea why I would do that. That wall is a big deal, because it is the only thing I’ve ever really had a computer on top of a wall. It is a really great place to live, and I would love to live in it, and if I could go into it I would.
The thing is that no matter what you do, your brain is always telling you to go to the store and buy something, especially if it is a book. We’re constantly thinking about how to get there, but nobody seems to care.