Then this evening I was reading over posts on Facebook and saw one from a mother of four beautiful girls that I had the pleasure of teaching. She has breast cancer...again. Not for the second time, but for the third. I had her two oldest daughters in first grade a few years before I stopped teaching. I had her second oldest daughter in my class when she found she had cancer the first time. She was supposed to come volunteer in my room that day and her daughter came to school and told me, "my mom can't come in today, she has cancer." I can't imagine how she felt all those years ago and I really can't imagine the anger she felt when she found out this news a few days ago.
Sure made my anger about some pee spots seem very, very petty.
