By Larry Puls @larrypulsauthor
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| Beautiful moments in the midst of a trial, Ovarian Cancer |
And then her unrelenting doubts crept in. Could she pull it
off? With a little help from her friends—perhaps. She would at least be there
that day. Nothing could keep her away—well almost nothing. But what about chemo
side effects? She was convinced they could be controlled (well some of them, as
she reached up and felt the wig). The aches or pains could be overlooked too—and
if not, there would be wine at the reception. But she didn’t want to do too
much of that. A clear head was paramount. This would be a day to cherish. The
event was within her grasp; and she wanted to savor it like a great Cabernet.
Over the last two trying months, staying involved with the wedding
plans had certainly helped maintain some sanity in the midst of the turmoil. But
she had required help. There was no way to get this all done by herself. And her
daughter Kate had stepped up. The pride she felt about how this little girl had
grown up into this beautiful and responsible young woman made her beam. So many
of the preparations, and the planning, had been handed over to her—including the final
details regarding the wedding ceremony, the photographer, the flowers, her own
wedding dress, and even the food at the reception. Kate had run it like a
quarterback. But then as Coco thought about it, that had just been inevitable—given
the diagnosis—given the fatigue.
