"Almost Anvil" Finds A Home
There's a young mom at our church who is doing battle with breast cancer. When I read this news on FB, I had that all-too-familiar feeling of deja vu.
Pretty many years ago, when I wasn't much of a quilter, another mom at our church, one of my [honorary] Circle sisters received that diagnosis. She was someone I greatly admired. And loved. She sang in the choir and when she reached for a high note (think "Gloooooooooooria!"), she looked for all the world like one of those Byers' Choice carolers. She was smart and clever and crafty, though not a quilter. Yet. And, even after she had received her unwelcome diagnosis, she spearheaded what turned into a major renovation to our church to make it accessible to handicapped individuals. She was a mover and she was a shaker. She had four children, the youngest of whom has grown up to be a wonderful wife, mother, and mover/shaker, too. Dagmar would be so proud. Oh, and that daughter is good friends with the young mom mentioned above.
When I heard this news, although I really hardly know the young mom, I couldn't get her situation out of my mind or out of my heart.
Most people know that any woman dealing with breast cancer will do much better in her recovery process if she has a nice quilt to nap under. It's a well-publicized although -- as yet -- not scientifically proven premise. In memory of Dagmar, I wanted this young mom to have that advantage.