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What My Mother’s Battle With Cancer Taught Me About True Beauty

May 5, 2015 By Sarah Westover McKenna 14 Comments

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*  This post is an excerpt of a post of the same title that was posted in September.  The original post included a blog hop where other women told their “true beauty” stories.  Today’s reposting is focused solely on my mother and what her 13 year battle with cancer taught me about the true meaning of beauty.

What My Mother's 13 Year Battle With Cancer Taught Me About True Beauty

Last fall I was asked, along with a larger group of bloggers to participate in a “brave and beautiful” movement, and to answer the question, “Why don’t YOU have to try so hard?”  (Inspired by the Colie Callait song “Try.”)  What made me know in my heart that I didn’t have to fit the world’s model of beauty?  We were even challenged to post makeup-free pictures to go along with our posts.  With some trepidation, I decided to join in.  It wasn’t so much the makeup free pictures that intimidated me, but the sharing of my heart.  I have shared plenty of makeup-free pictures on Instagram, usually snuggling with my kids.  If the bags under my eyes are bad enough I sometime put the pictures in black and white.  I always feel like that helps camouflage my lack of day-to-day glamour.  I could be wrong…..  😉  (Oh, and hey, are you following me on IG?  Come see sneak peeks into my life and blog!)  What was holding me back was that question: why don’t YOU have to try so hard?  What did that even mean?  What did it mean to others?  What did it mean to me?  And did I even want to share my answer?

I thought long and hard about how I wanted to answer that question.  At first I immediately thought about my struggle with mental illness (you can read more about that HERE if you want to), but that didn’t feel quite right to me.  It is a major part of my life, and it does affect how I see myself as a whole person, but something didn’t feel like a perfect fit to me.  When I pondered on what people or experiences in my life had taught me the most about true beauty, that struggle did not win out.  My mother did.

This is my mother.  Here she is shown in her senior picture from high school.  18 years old, tan, thin, long shiny hair……what a babe.

Mom Sr Picture

In the eyes of the world, this is probably when she was at her peak of beauty, and who can blame them for thinking that?!  She is truly lovely.  But that isn’t the picture of her where I see the most beauty.  This one is.

Mom Mrs Potato Head

Probably not what you were expecting, huh?  I can obviously see and acknowledge that 18 year old Mom was more photo op ready, but THIS mom, 35 year old mom, is the most beautiful woman I can imagine.  She is a woman who is putting her love for her children above all else.  She is a woman who knows that her worth does not lie in her outward beauty, it lies in her heart.

My mother was diagnosed with very advanced breast cancer at the age of 34.  I have no trouble telling you that it scares me to think about that as a 32 year old mother myself.  Last year I went in for a mammogram and I was a nervous wreck.  After all, when she went in she was just doing it to appease her Nervous Nellie mother-in-law who had a strong prompting to take my mother with her to get a free mammogram, despite my mother’s family having no history of breast cancer.  The first vivid memory that I have is walking into my parents’ room one morning before school and finding them sitting next to one another on the bed crying.  I had never seen my father cry.

On came the chemo where our mother’s hair fell out and the bone marrow transplant that was supposed to last weeks and instead took her away for months after her body rejected her own bone marrow.  She was blessed with excellent doctors, but she only survived that deadly turn thanks to a miracle from God.  You can imagine how three little girls may have felt watching all of this happen.  We were 8, 6, and 3.  Not allowed to see our mother for weeks at a time, we moved in with our grandparents so that our dad could go straight from work to the hospital.  Sometimes we were allowed to visit her for short time periods at the hospital.  We stopped by on Halloween because we didn’t want her to miss seeing us in our costumes.

Mom Halloween in the Hospital

Mom came home to us on Thanksgiving Day.  Grandma let us draw on and cut up sheets to make Pilgrim and Indian costumes to wear for her arrival.  I remember jumping up and down at the door in my Sharpie decorated, white sheet Native American Indian costume as my dad helped her carefully out of the car.  She looked so fragile and so weak, but she was grinning from ear to ear behind her hospital mask.  She was the most beautiful sight in the world to us.

Mom snuggling in mask

Mom stayed bald for awhile.  She was ghostly thin and then blew up on steroids.  It was all over our heads.  We didn’t know what to think, but we were just glad that she was there to snuggle at night.  As was she.  I knew that she had recorded our favorite bedtime stories for us to listen to while she was away for her bone marrow transplant, but it wasn’t until years later that I learned that she had also recorded messages for us to listen to on our 13th birthdays about the things that a daughter may want to ask her mother during that stage of life.

Mom reading books

During her illness my mother and my father did everything that they could to help us feel love and comfort.  One of the things that they did was make jokes about my mother’s changing appearance.  To a small child, the changes in her appearance were by far the most alarming and meaningful part of our mother’s sickness.  A small child doesn’t understand that a mother is sick when she has a migraine because she looks the same through their eyes.  But when her hair falls out and her face swells up from steroids it is very, very scary.  Which brings us back to this picture.

Mom Mrs Potato Head

By Christmas things seemed a bit more normal to the little people of the house.  Our mom was now home and ready to snuggle us after school!  But she still looked different, which was a constant reminder that things were not all “ok.”  Christmas morning my sister Laura unwrapped a Mrs. Potato Head toy.  My dad laughingly said that it looked like my mom.  Countless women in this world would have burst into tears and run from the room at such a seemingly insensitive remark, but not my mother.  She knew that my dad was making light of a tough situation for the kids’ sake, so she grabbed that Mrs. Potato Head and posed proudly with her in front of the Christmas tree.  After all, if Mom and Dad were laughing about her being bald, then maybe it wasn’t so scary after all……

I love my mother so much.  She was such an amazing woman.  I am sure that it was incredibly difficult for her to not only be sick, but to lose the outward beauty that she had formerly possessed almost without any effort whatsoever.  She went from being one of those lucky women who can eat a whole pan of brownies and still be a size 4 after three kids to looking like Mrs. Potato Head.  While her hair did grow back, her figure never returned like that.  The bone marrow transplant had put her through menopause in her early thirties, and her metabolism and figure were never the same.  I am sure that was hard for her.  VERY hard.  But, then again, maybe I’m not sure.  I assume that it was hard for her because it would be for me!  It has been very, VERY hard for me to watch my curls fade and my hips widen after each kid has been born, and I can only assume that my mother felt the same way.  But she never said a word about it.  I saw her go about doing good.  I saw her being a loyal and compassionate friend.  I saw her plan Pinterest-worthy parties for her kids before Pinterest even existed.  I saw her devouring good books.  I saw her serving in callings in our church.  I saw her developing her talents.  I saw her gabbing for hours on the phone to her sisters.  I saw her driving carpools and cheering for us at every dance recital and choir concert.  I saw her reading her scriptures and saying her prayers.  I saw her cooking dinner, even though she hated to cook.  I saw her gleefully decorating for holidays.  I saw her welcoming our friends into her home with open arms.  I saw her putting together the best care packages ever.  I saw her caring for my grandmother at the end of my grandmother’s life.  I saw her loving her husband and her daughters with every ounce of her being.  I saw her battle recurring cancer for thirteen long years before she passed away when we were ages 21, 19, and 16.  I saw her survive for her family’s sake out of almost sheer determination.  I saw her living for the opportunity to raise her children.

I NEVER saw her frowning at her hips.  I NEVER saw her close to the mirror examining her wrinkles.  I NEVER saw her pinching the roll around her waist in despair.  Never.  I never heard her telling my dad that she felt fat, that she hated her body, or that she was looking old.  To me she seemed completely without vanity.

She was an amazing, intelligent, accomplished, generous, loving woman.  And, guess what?  She was beautiful.  Beautiful in the eyes of everyone who knew and loved her.

That to me is what true beauty means.  It means being hard working, loving, brave, compassionate, and striving to be the best version of yourself.  She was my mother, and she was BEAUTIFUL.  She found so much joy in her role as a mother, and I think that her joy is what made her the most beautiful.

Mom with her girls

My mother was a remarkably happy and stable woman.  I admire that about her so much.  She was such a rock.  She and I have been given different challenges, hers physical and mine mental, but I hope and pray that I have a shred of her strength inside of me.  That I will be able to find the courage to fight on throughout my life and to find all of the joy and beauty that there is to be found in my role as a mother.

Brave and Beautiful-1

My mother is why today I have chosen to “be brave and beautiful” by doing these makeup-free pictures with my precious children.  I had to work hard to get them here.  I waited 1 year to get pregnant with the first baby and 2 years for the second, but that wasn’t the hard part.  The hard part was the absolutely crippling postpartum depression that followed with each child.  19 months long with the first, 17 months long with the second.  I am so grateful for doctors, medications, my husband, my extended family, my friends, and my faith, all of which combined forces to help me get to a place where I could be a joyful mother.  I am not perfect, and I still have to fight every day of my life to try to rise above my emotional challenges to be the best version of myself for my family, but all I can do is keep trying.  I am blessed to have a loving, supportive, and forgiving husband and children.  When I was looking at these pictures I said to my husband “Wow….I look so tired in these pictures.”  His reply?  “Really??  I think you are glowing in them!”

The Beauty of Motherhood

What we see in the world around us may tell us that we need to be perfectly thin, tan, polished, dressed, and made up to be beautiful, but that is simply not how the people who love us see us.  Recently I went shopping with my son.  I was trying on clothes and feeling wretched about myself.  I have been carrying around an extra 60 pounds since I had my children and lost my metabolism, and I can’t seem to get the weight to come off because of a medication that I am on which helps me stay in a good mental realm.  I was on the verge of tears looking in the mirror at myself and thinking about that formerly-size-4-without-trying girl that I used to be when my son hugged my legs and said, “Wow, Mom, all of these dresses look so SO beautiful on you.”  I hope that he always sees me through such loving eyes, and I hope that, in time, I can always see myself through them as well.

{For more on my mother see my sister Rachel’s essay on her fight for life entitled “Motherhood: Worth Fighting For.”}

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Sarah Westover McKenna

Sarah Westover McKenna

Sarah is the scattered creative mind behind Bombshell Bling. A former elementary school teacher and a current stay-at-home mom, she loves developing her creativity through her blog and her jewelry design business, Bombshell Bling Jewelry. Sarah is a lover of all things vintage, colorful, and BLING. She is also a sweets addict with a major obsession with s'mores.
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Comments

  1. Chelsea says

    May 5, 2015 at 1:13 pm

    I love all these pictures of your mom! Each time I decide that she looks most like one of you girls, then I see the next one, and she looks exactly like another one of you three!

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    • Sarah Westover McKenna says

      May 5, 2015 at 10:28 pm

      I know! 🙂

      Reply
  2. Amy says

    May 6, 2015 at 11:59 am

    I’m so sorry about your mom. Your story could have easily been written by me and my siblings as my mom was diagnosed with cancer at age 32. She was a valiant fighter until her children became “adults”, losing her battle at age 48. Any time I feel overwhelmed or that I can’t get through something, I always think of my mom and what she endured… I can do anything!

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    • Sarah Westover McKenna says

      May 6, 2015 at 12:01 pm

      Yes!!!!! I am sorry for your loss. 🙁

      Reply
  3. Kyla says

    May 12, 2015 at 8:58 am

    This is such an amazing post. Thank you for sharing it with us. And BTW, your husband is right. You do look glowing =)

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    • Sarah Westover McKenna says

      May 12, 2015 at 10:10 am

      Thank you!! 🙂

      Reply
  4. Parsimonious Décor Darling says

    May 12, 2015 at 5:26 pm

    What a beautiful and touching post! Thank you for sharing! Visiting you from The Dedicated House.

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  5. Lisa @ Fun Money Mom says

    May 14, 2015 at 7:26 am

    This was such a touching post and really makes you think about what things are REALLY important in life. Sometimes we spend way too much time worrying about things that don’t matter. I’m so sorry for your loss but thank you for sharing your story.

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  6. Kristina & Millie says

    May 14, 2015 at 9:23 am

    thank you for sharing and inspiring us all with this story! we are all unique and lovely in our own ways! Keep glowing!

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  7. Lou Lou Girls says

    May 18, 2015 at 2:39 pm

    Amazing post! Pinned and tweeted. We appreciate you taking the time to party with us. I hope to see you tonight at 7 pm.. Happy Monday! Lou Lou Girls

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  8. Angela McKinney says

    May 18, 2015 at 2:59 pm

    Powerful post that made me think about all the times I have pinched that love handle or judged myself in from of my daughter. I really don’t want her to ever do that and need to love myself more in front of her. So glad you shared at #HomeMattersParty

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  9. Amenah says

    January 15, 2017 at 4:45 am

    This article is very inspiring. it touched my heart. you look really pretty without makeup

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  10. Anna brown says

    June 26, 2018 at 8:54 pm

    Great life story.I had breast cancer 12 years ago and I personally only had my pitty party’s on my way to radation it was an hour drive… gave me time to clean up put on my happy face and get ready to make every one laugh in the radiation waiting room…When I was geting chemo I made skull caps (bikercaps,due rags )lol what ever you want to call them to put in the free box…My cheep happy place was to go half hour early just to watch people look threw my caps.I tryed to make one of every color… I really beleave being happy in a sad predicament really helped… And I love pink….lol pink is my badge of color….. ty for your great story…

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    • Sarah Westover McKenna says

      June 27, 2018 at 6:40 pm

      Thank you for sharing! Lovely story – especially about the fabulous skull caps that you made!

      Reply

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