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Patty Brown with her chemo angelsI’m living proof that where there is love, there are miracles.

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I was overwhelmed with the prospects of surgery, chemotherapy and radiation, but it was going to be my reality for the next several months. Then I received a special gift.

I came home, exhausted from my first chemotherapy, to find a fancy tote box waiting for me. It was filled with wonderful things: melt-in-my-mouth lemon cookies, soothing tea, mints, a heart to hold, jokes to make me laugh and inspirational messages. A note simply said, “We’re your chemo angels and we’re here with you.” No names, no clues to who my angels were.

This beautiful box of treasures not only helped raise my spirits, but the mystery of it did wonders to distract me. I wanted to know who these amazing people were.

As instructed, I left the empty tote by my mailbox…except it wasn’t empty. I had placed a camera inside hoping to get pictures back of my chemo angels. The tote was once again waiting for me after my next treatment, filled with more wondrous gifts…always tied to the theme, “Where there is love, there are miracles.” And my camera was back with all the pictures taken. I couldn’t wait to see who the pictures would reveal. Instead, the pictures were all images of angels.

More totes, more treasures, more pictures of angels, more notes of encouragement saw me through chemo and radiation treatments.

Two months after finishing treatments, I received an invitation to meet my angels at a restaurant along the river. When I arrived, no one was there. Instead, there was a table covered in white feathers and angel figures. With tears blurring the beautiful river scene before me, I soon felt hands…the hands that had been invisibly supporting me through the worst of my cancer. My angels were here, now, to celebrate my victory over cancer.

My chemo angels turned out to be my sister, Ann Scott, who lives in Edina, her best friend, Heather Sysimaki, from Onalaska and Heather’s mother, Julie Beal, from Duluth, who had been a chemo angel to my mom during her cancer battle.

This tradition is perpetual now. I, too, have been a chemo angel because I truly believe, where there is love, there are miracles.

Patty Brown
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