Mom was laying in her bed, propped up on pillows. Dad was away on business. Mom had breast cancer. She died while he was away. It was a perfect spring day where it’s sunny and breezy and all the windows are open. Steve, the neighbor came over to check on me and I hid in the pantry. I didn’t want to see anyone. I was mad that cancer continued to ravage my family.
I woke up afraid. Afraid because every time one of us has a dream about the family it seems to come true. Mom drempt my cousin was pregnant and when she asked, she said no. She found out a week later she was. I was having dreams about breast exams. The following week I found out my cousin, has breast cancer. Mom felt when her sister went into labor.
At 6am this morning I called my mom and asked her when the last time she went to the Dr. was. I told her about my dream, well…I just told her I had a dream in which she had breast cancer. I hope she’s ok.
*Update* Mom has recently had a mammogram (sp?) that came back clear, but so did my cousin’s, so she made an appointment today to get ultrasounds done. She told the dr’s it’s because I had a dream…I’m sure they’re talking about it right now.