I'm decorating my Mother's Day luminary as I sit here at my desk. Tomorrow is Relay For Life, my first in Tecumseh that I've been able to participate in since my own ordeal with breast cancer. It's exciting and a little crazy, because of all the work I have to do just to take part of the day off tomorrow to participate. I'll be working as I participate. A journalist is rarely not on the job, so I'll have to shoot a few photos.

Decorating my luminary has got me thinking about my mom and how much she sacrificed to be with me as I waged my battle against breast cancer. She lived with me the better part of the year, dragged my kids to school when I was down and out on chemo and cooked me iron-rich meals to try to boost my falling red bloodcell count.

I think often of the irony of the situation. I'm 39. My mother is some years older than me, of course. She's far from ailing and old, but when she was my age, she was caring for her ailing parents. I just think that maybe when I should be caring for her, I'm the one that was ailing. Silly thoughts, I know. I just find it funny.

She dropped everything to help me fight the battle against the big C. I could write all day and still not touch how amazing that is. I'll be out there walking during the Victory lap at 6 p.m. As I do, I'll be thinking about all who helped me get there, my husband, my dad, my inlaws, my siblings, my siblings-in-law, my kids, my friends, my coworkers, the many wonderful and kind Tecumseh Herald readers who gave me encouragement and, of course, my mother. 

Hope to see you all at the Tecumseh Football Field Friday and Saturday. Celebrate! Remember! Fight Back!