She's a Survivor

I have called my mom many things over the years. But the word I think most accurately describes her is 'Survivor'.

She has survived growing up in Muskow, Sask.
She has survived High School in Fort Qu'Appelle.
She has survived Muriel.
She has survived finding her husband caught in a round baler.
She has survived a man without arms and newborn. (the cutest newborn ever!)
She has survived the 'farming' years.
She has survived living on the same farm as her in- laws.
She has survived Murray.
She has survived the 'skiing' years.
She has survived the 'strawberry' years.
She has survived Brad getting his first motorbike.
She has survived me getting my license.
She has survived my teenage years. Sorry mom, I'm getting my payback...
She has survived the selling of the farm.
She has survived losing both her parents and becoming an orphan.
She has survived building a new house.
She has survived Murray.
She has survived the move to town.
She has survived my brother. OMG she is still surviving my brother!
She has survived becoming a Grandmother, and she does it wonderfully.
She has survived Murray.
She has survived my 'trapped in a closet' incident.

And last night we were grateful to honour her for surviving Cancer. Thank you mom for surviving everyday and making the rest of us stronger. I for one have needed you to get through many of my survival moments and couldn't have done it without you.