It’s strange for me to say that my Dad “lost” his battle with cancer. My Dad was anything, but a loser. He was a fighter! When this photo was taken, my Mum & I had no clue about my Dad’s cancer diagnosis.
Two days before this photo was taken, we didn’t know if my Mum would make it to Cape Town for my wedding because she was hospitalized.
I’ve been told that when I feel like I can’t go on, I need to remember that I am a product of these two amazing people - both incredible fighters. Warriors!
Some of you may remember when my Mum was in ICU in 2013. We didn’t know if she’d come home from the hospital. 🥺 Look at her now!
Last night, Mum reminded me of my own setback I had halfway through my first year at university. Some of you may know my story, but it was a scary period. People tried to persuade me to de-register from Rhodes and start afresh the following year. I downright refused to give up the work I’d done. Even though I still had my challenges - I picked up two extra subjects in my final year to make up the credits I lost. And I was able to graduate with my peers.
This past week I’ve received so many messages from people sharing their stories of how they’ve come through injuries and challenges.
I go to sleep thinking of all these beautiful messages of hope and encouragement. I truly wish I could hug each and every one of you!
I never thought I’d be in this position, but there is good coming out of it. ❤️✨
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