at last!

rebecca bennion + blogspot = my mom's a BLOGGER!

my mom has created her own venue to shout sass at the universe. now, y'all will see where i get it... i'm a victim of my genetic make up.

it's not ready yet. in fact, it's empty as of now. but last night i saw a post... so rebecca must be hard at work constructing something great {or still trying to learn the blogger world that comes so naturally to us "human docks"}

but! when the blog is ready for its debut... you best believe i'll be sharing.



...speaking of my mom. it's time to get serious.

my mom has breast cancer.

wwwwwhat? that's crazy talk, right? doesn't that happen to other people's mom's? that's kind of what i always thought. my mom already did the sick thing... ya know... went paralyzed in a day - then unparalyzed herself over the next six months. didn't that fill her quota of medical tragedy?

apparently, not.


i bring this up because while reviewing my mom's debut blog post last night, she's talked of breast cancer... and her crazy strong-willed daughter who didn't cry when she got the news. it's true. i don't cry but once a year. and still, my peeps are surprised to know that even my own mother's battle with breast cancer didn't bring me to tears.

i don't get it.

but, that doesn't mean i don't worry about it. think about it. pray about it. fast about it. and in may {hopefully, perfectly coinciding with conclusion of radiation treatment}, i'll run for it. and finally, finally, finally, i'll run with someone's name on my bib. someone other than my best friend's friend's aunt's mother-in-law.

i look at it this way: the surgery is scheduled, the doctors have a plan, i say my prayers, we follow the plan... surgery, recovery, radiation, rinse and repeat if necessary. and then, as amazing as that self-unparalyzing thing my mom did 16 years ago, rebecca will get back to the real world, operating as the most important woman in the world.

... just please tell me her cosmetically enhanced eyelashes won't fall out. that would be seriously tragic.

we came to earth to do hard things. we signed up for this. when they were dolling out our lots in life in the grand council, my mom {and like 1 out of every 8 women in the room} raised their hands and signed up for breast cancer. who knows, maybe i did too? among all the fun, happy moments we signed up for, we voluteered for some pretty sucky trials, too.

we can do hard things. we were meant to. shoot dude, we got this. it's all a part of the plan.

let's just hope for pretty hair and long lashes so we can ride out our journey in style, right mom?