When my father passed, my sister was only fourteen years old. His death really threw her into a tailspin. Her teenage and young adult years were pretty tough. I didn't know what kind of impact this news would have on her. I wanted to protect her from the truth, but there was nothing I could do to change the reality. So I arranged for us to meet after work. Over cocktails at TGIFriday's in Lower Manhattan, I calmly relayed the news. There were some tears, but she soldiered on. And a couple days later, my sister and I arranged a conference call with my brother and sister-in-law who live out of state where we broke the news to them as well. My mother confided in my aunt, her only sibling, who resides in Texas over the phone one afternoon. Collectively, we decided that we were going to keep a positive outlook. With the best doctors in the city tending to my mother at the best cancer treatment facility in the city, optimism has been in no short supply.
This Friday past, my mother came through surgery with flying colors. We are waiting to get the final word from her doctor after the pathology, but it seems that her cancer was detected and removed in its first stage. She may not need any radiation and she definitely will not need to undergo chemotherapy. I continue to remain in prayer as my mother recuperates. I look forward to seeing her smiling face in the audience when I present my collection in September. And I expect to see her, healthy and beautiful, for so many more seasons to come because we are conquerors. . .
Peace & Fashion!