Shingles is ugly. It strikes without warning and spreads like wildfire. It itches and it burns. It irritates and it disrupts. It fosters deep despair and implants lost hope.
It is an insult to the dignity of aging.
You are truly amazing, Mom. Eighty-eight years old and still you have the grit to face the worse.
Your strength is my guide and your tenacity is my envy. I strive to someday understand the depth of your remarkable strength.
I am proud to be your son, as I am proud you are my mother.
Way to go, Pauline. You stared the worse case imaginable in the eyes and said “Be gone!” and shingles fled. You are a real fighter!
Thank you for giving me my chance in this world and thank you for all you do.
I love you, Mom. Thank you for loving me. And thank you for teaching me how to love in return.