The magic of Spirit is that we are not bound by the limits of a human body
When time, we get the thrill of spreading our wings wide so we may fly
Taking flight as breath
Being one Spirit

The Story

Eileen (My Mother) was 54 years old when she died of Breast Cancer. Mom found the lump in her breast 6 months before going to the doctors. Dealing with the sudden death of her younger brother to cancer, working, trying to spend time with her grandchildren, and along with her denial, she was too busy to take herself to the doctor. Mom figured it would go away, - believing it was all the stresses of life, the soap she was using, on and on - but finally did agree to go see the doctor.

Next thing we know my Mother is having her breast and lymph nodes removed, rounds of chemotherapy then physical therapy. After a few years, still having problems, the doctors inform my Mom that the Cancer had metastasized to her bones. My Mother died from bone cancer in the end, four years after being diagnosed with Breast Cancer. I Love my Mother even now and forgive the two of us for all the disagreements we had, all the silly fights. It all seems like a waste of time. Having seen into Mom's future, we cherished what time we had left together.

I am truly grateful for all we did to shine light on each other together while My Mom was still here. We worked on focusing on the positive, find good in all things, and to realize that each one of us has their own journey to travel and while we are journeying to find the good in everyone and everything.

"Honoring"—a poem about my mom.

I was taught as a girl
to take care of others
Marry and have children
be a good housewife and Mother
always give to others
My Mother always went without
She would smile and go on
no matter what
Breast Cancer took her life at the
young age of 54
I miss my Mother
I have learned that in order
to give to others
I have to honor myself first
Take care of myself first
this allows me to give more of
myself to others
Maybe this way I have a chance
I Miss and Love you Mom.............
Goddess Claire

Your Submissions

If you have a story or poem about your Mom you would like to share, I would be willing to add some of the stories to this web page to honor your Mom too...

"My Mom and I were talking about me dating when I was younger. I have never forgotten these wise words of hers. "Look for the inner beauty in the person you are with, for that is what stays with you, not the outer body." With every Lady, Woman, I date, I look for the beautiful soul they are. I am lucky to have had my Mother in my life. I love you Mom, I miss you even today. I know you are with me in Spirit and I appreciate that you watch over me from above."

Love your Son, Bob McCulloch

"I lost my GrandMother to Cancer 2 Years ago, I Love her very much and miss her everyday. I wrote a poem in honor of my GrandMa, Karen....

" ~"Lady"~

"My heart pounds like a drum, because of her, for she saved me.My eyes can see beneath the surface, because of her, for she loved me .I am who I am today because of her, for she loved me.

As the suns light beams down upon the earth through the clouds or trees, its like she's saying "I'm here."That soft warm breeze the caresses your face on a bright afternoon, its like she's saying "I'm still here."And when tree limbs dance in the wind, its like she's waving and saying "I'm always here."

Every time I smile today I remember, Love is Forever knowing that she is everything and everything is she."

"In Memory of my GrandMa" Rachel Garnick

"Learning that my Mother had breast cancer created emotions in every part of my body.
She went into the hospital to have her breast removed. I flew to San Diego to be with her. I hear the song, “Wind beneath my wings” by Bette Midler and cry. I arrive at the hospital just as my Mother is coming out of surgery. I’m with her and take care of her. I'm in shock that this is happening to my Mother. This can’t be; is my mother going to die?

My mother is now 84 years old and has been a survivor of breast cancer for 18 years. I am so thankful that she is still here in my life and I cherish her every day."

Oceanside, Ca – Joyce Ford

If you have a story or poem about your mom, please email it to Claire@Goddessofspirit.com

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Breast Friends (www.breastfriends.com)

An organization to help both women and men dealing with breast cancer.