Tasha came to us at a little over 9 weeks old. I remember going to pick her up, I was so excited to see her and bring her home. I arrived at Denise's house and she was waiting for me. I scooped her up and we got into my car to start the long ride home. We made it to the highway before she stepped up onto my lap...looked up at me with those sweet eyes and proceeded to throw up all over my lap. Then she walked over to the passenger's seat and went poop, whined and cried the rest of the way home. Nothing she did could take away from the fact that I loved her with all my heart; she was my baby girl!
On December 12th our world was shattered when we learned that our sweet little girl had adenocarcinoma and could die quickly without medical intervention. This blog is to document the her life to this point, as well as her life battling cancer.
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