by Larry Puls @larrypulsauthor
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| Life in the Midst of Cancer, Ovarian Cancer |
People were filing in the church. One by one the rows were
beginning to fill. There was an audible hum emanating from the sanctuary. Coco knew
that the time was drawing nigh.
And she was very much thankful to be alive.
Her daughter Kate was hiding away in the dressing room with
her attendants. The veil would soon be in place. She prayed the day would be
everything she had hoped for!
The temptation was too enticing. She walked back to see her daughter—one last time.
As she made her way through the door, she scratched her itchy
scalp under the wig. And then looking down at her waist line, she smirked. The
dress had probably loosened a tiny amount over the last few weeks since her
final fitting. But those were small matters. She would not let those tiny
issues ruin this one beautiful moment in eternity.
