I believe that Mothers Day should be considered to be another Thanksgiving. Moms do so much for us that we will never, ever know. What we already know they do for us is much more than anyone could ever really express appropriate thanks for.
I am especially grateful on Mothers Day. My Mom has been an incredible support system in my life, and has taught me so much. She’s sacrificed a lot so that I could have what I needed, or even just wanted. She’s simply the best. We all think that of our moms though, don’t we?
My Mom is also a two-time cancer survivor. I’m unendingly grateful for that.
In 2008, my mom had a liver transplant. Several years later, she had to have a piece of her lung removed. This year, the American Cancer Society estimates that over 1.5 million people in the United States will be diagnosed with some form of cancer. One third of those people will lose their battles. For just liver & lung cancer, there will be approximately 258,830 new cases in 2013, and 197,940 of those people will not survive.
On Mothers Day, I celebrate that my mom is one of the 25% of people who survived these two types of cancer. The best way to do that, I feel, is by raising money for the American Cancer Society so that they can continue to help people through their own battles with cancer, help families cope with the challenges, commemorate the lives lost and celebrate the inspirational victories.
Please celebrate with me by supporting my Relay for Life fundraiser for the American Cancer Society. You can make a donation online by clicking here. If you prefer to make an offline donation, you can either speak to me directly or download this form and mail it in along with your donation.
Together, we can help make so many people’s Mothers Days (and Fathers Days, etc…) be even greater causes for celebration!
Thanks in advance for your support,
This 3 year old girl has a certain je ne sais quoi about her. Is it her adorable face? Is it her sweet nature? “She’s simply irresistible,” says a staff member. Be it her demure good looks or her lovely personality, this little lady is truly something special.
Although she enjoys the company of gentle doggie playmates, people are the name of her favorite game. Adele will go anywhere and do anything with her two-legged friends.
She is a wonderful walking partner, a fine dining companion, and enjoys long road trips in the car. Best of all, Adele likes lounging in AFF’s training center kitchen where she’s the hostess with the mostest, offering a warm welcome to all visitors.
Looking to add a touch of gentle beauty to your life? Come meet Adele!
When I was 12 years old, my family finally got a dog: a toy poodle named Tilly. When she arrived, she wasn’t even 4 lbs of bright apricot colored hair, and we were so thrilled. Considering my sister is allergic to fur, we never thought we would have a dog – but there she was! She immediately became attached to everyone in the family, but especially my parents, who, at the time, were the responsible ones in the home and able to teach us the kind of care that Tilly needed.
Tilly slept in their bed every night, with occasional trips throughout the house to check in on everyone else. I always knew when she was peeking into my room to make sure I was there, and alive. It was a rare, but very special, moment when she would come all the way and hop into bed with me for half an hour or so, only to move on to my brother and sister.
One of the best memories with her any of us will ever recount is teaching her to sit. Tilly wasn’t even 1 year old yet, and we put her on the dining room table (children: do NOT try this at home), and we all took seats around the table. Tilly was so ecstatic: everyone was focused on her. She ran back and forth among everyone like a ping pong ball. We let her calm down a bit, and everyone would take turns saying, “Tilly, sit.” I think it was a bit much for her, because she didn’t really get it that day, even though she did get it eventually. But I also think it was a bit much for my brother, who when taking his final turn at trying to teach her screamed, “Tilly, shit!” Thankfully, she didn’t obey that command either, and the rest of us fell to the floor laughing.
As we three kids moved on to college, and our own lives and dogs, Tilly remained with my parents, living the high life. They spoiled her rotten, feeding almost exclusively human food, letting have total run of the house at all times, bringing her on road trips and with them pretty much everywhere.
Last week, just a few months before her 17th birthday, Tilly passed away. Heartbreak cannot quite suffice to describe the emotions we feel about losing Tilly. She was my first dog, my brother’s first dog, probably my sister’s only dog, and to my parents, she was truly another child. We will miss her terribly, and simultaneously cherish the memories we made with her. And we will hold our current dogs so much more tightly, recognizing their worth in our lives and honoring Tilly by loving them.
We love you, Tilly.
Show your pups (and kitties and all your other animals, too!) some love today!