As a mother, you dream of certain milestones in your child’s life from the day they are born. 1st steps, 1st word, 1st day of school, 1st game played, 1st school exam, graduation, 1st job, and then, their wedding day.
I was told by top specialists at Johns Hopkins 12 years ago, to go get my affairs in order. My 1st thought was, “omg! I will not be around to witness and be part of all these significant milestones in my children’s lives.” Little do the doctors know that a mother’s determination and love can perform miracles that science is unable to explain.
I just took part in my son’s wedding. I helped organize it and I was involved in every single function of it, I ate in it, I even danced in it. I also watched him take his beautiful lovely bride for their 1st dance, I witnessed the sparkle of love and joy in his eyes, I was there for the happiest night of my life.
I know you might say that almost every mother might feel extremely happy at her son’s wedding. However, when you have a terminal illness and you are able to overcome all odds when they are stacked against you, then that is an extra spectacular, amazing, wonderful feeling of achievement and accomplishment.
I felt like I was floating, like I was in a dream like my feet were dancing although they were glued to my chair. I felt like I was clapping to the music despite my hands being paralyzed, I felt like I was singing despite my inability to speak, I felt like I was dancing with everyone, except I was watching from a distance. I was overwhelmed with feelings of joy, pride, and love for my family like no other day. I was happy!
The following picture I think best captures my facial expression as I look on to my handsome son and his wonderful bride, God bless them!
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