Yesterday, I printed up my personal journal regarding Jeannette's battle with cancer. I was in my room and on my bed reading it. Every sentence I wrote during that difficult time made me cry so much. I wrote about how she would get excited knowing she had received her mastectomy bra and how when she bought her wigs and how it made her happy. She appreciated every little thing in life as she battled cancer. I was there for her to listen and help in anyway I could. It really makes me feel good knowing I did that for her. She didn't have loving support from her husband but she had me and her sister and brother and other members of the Balderama family.
I miss my Nettle Poodle.
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