They Don't Come Any Tougher

I was in the 7th grade when my mom first fought breast cancer. Tomorrow, after 20 years of only seeing cancer in a rear-view mirror, my mother will undergo a mastectomy as the cancer has returned.

Today she told told me, "I was first upset 'n then just decided I just HAD to quit feeling sorry for myself. Yes I am crying but it can BE WORSE!"

They truly don't get any tougher than the woman who raised me to be a man (and yes, just like my mother, I am crying too).

My tougher-than-nails mother, Bonnie, takes a couple of grandchildren for a ride with her team.