While Holly was still settling in with the new family, I was making a home for myself. I mean I just had bought my first home and was working and caring for my mom who just found out she had cancer the months prior to Holly's birth. I had moved back to my home town and adjusting to living with my mother again who had moved in with me. Even though we were close it still is hard for someone in there twenties to co-exist with a parent especially one that is ill. Don't get me wrong I wanted to be with her because I wanted to help her in any way that I could. I loved her deeply and we made it work. The first year was easy if you could call it that but the two years following were extremely difficult. We had God on our side and believed that through him anything was possible.
I was away from the family drama for so long I forgot how bad and difficult it could be to live around so much chaos. I knew that if my mom would ever get better I would need to put as much faith and positive thinking around her as possible. Cancer is a scary thing even for someone who has battled it twice before and won. I had every reason to believe that this battle was won before we ever had to play the game. With God, a strong women as my mom and a support team, Who could beat a strong team as ours. That was before the Chemo, radiation and all the other torture she endured as a result of trying to get better. It wasn't easy but I guess a life worth living is never easy.
The similarity of Holly and my life I didn't think about until later. You see, when Holly was taking her first steps I was helping my mom take her first steps to the bathroom after her first chemo treatment. When Holly received her first shots as a pup... I was learning how to give my mom diabetic shots. Holly's first food... I was planing out menus to go along with her meds. Holly's dogie door training... I was learning how to change my moms diapers and urine bags. Holly was getting her weekly baths... I was learning how to give my mom baths in bed.
During this time I was looking for a dog for my mom because they say that a dog will help the healing process and my mom had a dog when she was first married to my dad that was her baby before we ever came along. I thought it would be great for us both and some entertainment as well. We went for months down to the pounds and other rescue places but as time went by we gave up on the idea. Some how I think God knew what I needed before I could even ask for it.
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