During the late spring this year my life was in total upheaval. My husband was changing careers, my family was moving out of state, and I was leaving my well established group of friends and family. As an added stress, a dear friend of mine died of ovarian cancer on June 12.
On June 14th I had a medical test because some questionable bumps on my arm might have indicated a genetic propensity to something else. The results were all clear for that issue, however, this test revealed a large ovarian mass! I was paralyzed with fear and surrounded by total chaos. The night before the surgery to remove my ovary I had a dream and visit from my mother. Since my mother’s death I have often felt her presence, but there have only been two times I have seen her in physical form.
The first time was after the death of my baby. I saw my mother holding my baby and felt a sense of peace. I never talked to her, but her presence helped tremendously with processing the grief and loss. The second time I saw my mother was the night before my surgery. On this visit my mother actually talked to me and told me that she made sure that everything was going to be okay. She made sure I found this early so I could be there for my living children. Did she give me the small bump on my arm that led to the unrelated find?
After the surgery I felt that same sense of peace. Before the results came in, I knew I was okay. The results did come back as pre-malignant. I was told on multiple occasions that I was so lucky that this was found early. I know it wasn’t luck, it was my mom from the other side.