Today, we sang Happy Birthday to my Mom. Her real birthday is in October, of course, but the sentiment was the same, if not greater. You see, today my Mom received her bone marrow transplant. And myself, my Dad, and the Nurse all sang Happy Birthday to her. Because that's what today is. A rebirth. A giant step in beating an evil, relentless disease known as Leukemia.
So Happy Birthday, Mom. Soon this will be but a memory and you'll be leukemia free. Because you're the strongest woman I've ever known. I love you.
You son,
Billy
P.S.: Oh yeah, and happy anniversary tomorrow (really). You and Dad have had a great, 49-year run that doesn't look like it will be ending any time soon.
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