The above photos show both Leigh Anne and Brooke supporting their local cancer walks in my honor.
My support group was comprised of many people . . . aunts, uncles, cousins, teachers, students, their parents, friends, doctors, nurses, and even strangers who became friends.
But, the two people who were my staunchest supporters were my two daughters.
Leigh Anne was a senior in high school, and Brooke was in middle school.
They each had their own support groups.
My promise was to always tell them the truth no matter how scary the prognosis might be. I didn't want them to worry unnecessarily about things that their imaginations might conjure up.
Their determination and spirit kept me going.
Both continued to do well in school. They were straight A students.
Both were involved in sports . . . Leigh Anne with tennis . . . Brooke with softball.
Leigh Anne had an after-school job. Brooke made almost every trip to Tulsa with me for my 45 radiation treatments.
They both helped with household chores and always offered to help with anything I couldn't do.
When Leigh Anne would leave the house, she would let me know where she was going. Anytime those plans changed, she would call to let me know. I never worried about where she was or who she was with.
When Brooke would leave for a softball game, she always came into the bedroom, crawled onto the bed, and kissed my bald head for good luck.
We walked that walk together.
They were the backbone of my support system.
My girls were my rock.
My girls are still my rock.
