Carol Waters, Baton Rouge, LA
My mom was like my best friend. We would talk everyday about anything and everything. She was one that would put everyone else before her, which at times would be frustrating, but also made her a great friend and loved by others. She was very giving and kind. She meant everything to me. She was the one to talk to. She was always there for me. We would laugh. When I was younger she was the cool parent that would take me and my friends out bowling and to midnight buffets.
I saw the fighter in her those two and a half years of treatment. She never once gave up or even talked about giving up.
She did bookkeeping for a company that rented inflatables and games for parties and company picnics. she loved her job. She would have chemo and then go to work the same day. she worked up to the day that she just didn’t have the strength to do it anymore. That was the hardest thing for her to do, was give up her job.
She always loved butterflies. She also had birds that she adored – an Umbrella Cockatoo and an African Grey Parrot. She would sit outside and bird watch. Before she got sick we would get together with friends and play card games.