As some of you know, my mom passed away from ovarian cancer in September 2011 after five years of medical treatment. Mom actually defied the odds and lived much longer than expected. Those five years and her subsequent death were beautiful and heartbreaking, filled with hope and hopelessness.
It's Saturday morning. I've already been to the gym and am walking home from Starbucks with my Venti Iced Coffee with two inches of soy. (I swear I've tried to get more complicated so I can be one of those 1/2 caf, 1/2 decaf, triple pump sugar free caramel iced skinny soy latte people, but I'm a simple woman with simple tastes.)