Sister Sister

My sister is my hero.

She really is. Battling again, 21 years later. This time the fight is much harder but she's a bit older and a bit wiser.
I can't imagine hearing those words from your doctor.
I can't imagine the fear, pain, reality and then the process, but I'm beginning to understand. Now it's the hair...

She took control and got one of those cute, super short hair cuts. I told her how much I loved it! She's in good company.

 But she keeps making jokes about having another brother. The reality is, she has no idea how beautiful she is. It's not just about outer beauty, her inner beauty and strength is inspiring but right now, she just can't see it. I get it. I just wish she could see herself through my eyes.

I worry about her. She worries about me, and everyone else in her family. Can you believe that? She worries more about her family and less about herself. She knows that she will make it through this. We all know she will, and as she navigates through what is now her world I see an amazing woman emerging. That same woman I love so much and call my sister, but a woman who is an example of what can be, a woman of experience and strength.

This too shall pass. And when it does we are going to celebrate at the top of the Eiffel Tower with a bottle of Pink Champagne!