My mother, Merry Nell Drummond, fought breast cancer for 29 years, from March 31, 1981 through March 3, 2010. I was 10 when she was diagnosed and 39 when she died.
I’ve never been fond of the battle imagery associated with cancer, but Mom loved it.
“You have to be a warrior,” she once told me.
She was. She was also my muse, the first person to encourage my writing. Although I hated her cancer, it’s provided more than a little writing inspiration.
I started these poems when she started chemo in 2008. I’ll let you know when I stop.