Blog 1

I´m on my bed in my apartment in Madrid. I can hear car engines humming, horns beeping, and people bustling through the street. There´s no sign of life slowing down out there. But in my room, in my head, and in my heart, I feel a sadness because my mom has a terminal sickness. Since her diagnosis with Carcinoid cancer I think about her more. I think about; what she´s accomplished, how she´s done such a fantastic job raising ten kids. People always ask me; ¨How does she do it?¨ My response is always Ï don´t know, I don´t know how she does it.¨The load and the grace with which she carries it seems inhumanly possible. She helps with homework, pays the bills (of which are many), she cooks, she cleans, she manages a medical practice, she gardens...She is an encourager, an optimist, a never-fading smile, the comforter in all your times of sadness, the beauty which cannot be conquered.