My daughter is fighting breast cancer, and I wrote this to honor her:

She worried almost a year. The doctors all said, “It’s nothing, you should have no fear.” So strong and brave, she may have saved her life when she demanded the knife.

We prayed to God it wouldn’t be cancer, but this time we received the wrong answer. We gave it to God, and we prayed and prayed.

My daughter is fighting the fight of her life, and of course, she has no hair. I kiss that beautiful head every day, no hair, I don’t care. How brave she is for her husband and six-year-old son. On the days she’s not sick they have some fun.

I asked God, “Why my daughter? Why not me? I’m older and have lived my life, but she is a young mother and wife.”

God said, “You’re her mother, she’s your child, so she needs for you to stay around awhile.”

She has to take three more treatments, and they are rough. God told me I could help her to be strong and tough.

Thank you, God, for my daughter, my hero, that she will get stronger and live a lot longer.

Carole Chisholm

Candor