My Mom's sister Lydia, and her family lived on a farm along 14 A. They also had a small bulkfood store, and so whenever we needed flour or sugar Mom would hitch up Jim to the top buggy and we would drive over to them. John and I liked when the weather was warm enough that Mom put the storm front up and we could stand in the front of the buggy holding onto the dashboard. It was fun watching Jim's feet on the road and try to catch his tail when ever he swished it.
We usually stayed for a few hours as Mom helped Lydia with whatever she had going, and John and I played with our cousins. Since there was only a few months difference in our ages, we had some of the best times whenever we got together.
Then one day on our way home John and I were chattering away in our normal fashion, but Mom was not joining in as usual. When we turned around we noticed tears on her cheeks and we of-course wanted to know what was wrong. She said "Lydia has cancer."
We had no idea what cancer was, but if it made Mom cry it must be bad.
From then on we went over several times a week, Mom would do whatever work she could and make meals and do the laundry for them as Lydia got very weak and couldn't work at all.
Cousin Emma was no longer as much fun. She always looked sad, often we would arrive and she had her dress on backwards and Mom would first make sure that all their children were clean and properly dressed before doing the days work.
Then late one night uncle Alvin stopped in. He was carrying a tiny baby boy. He handed him to Mom, he talked a little and then went off into the night again. We fixed up the bassinet for the baby and Mom let me help fix his bottles. He was the cutest little baby.
Alvin stopped in once a day with their children to see the baby, on their way to Grandpa Mast's where they would stay while he went to the hospital to be with Lydia. Since she had her baby the doctor's could finally do something for the cancer.
By the time baby Reuben was three months old Lydia had won the battle with cancer and we had to give the baby back to his rightful home. That was hard as we were all quite attached to him by then. But we were very happy that Lydia was going to be fine.