Today is one last guest post. I had intended for these to just take up October, but this morning, my 14 year old came to me (in tears) and told me she had decided to write for me after all.
Her writing this was hard. Not that writing is hard, but it is emotional hard to share something you have held so close to your heart. My daughter, bless her heart, doesn't often share these emotions with me - she doesn't want me to worry and doesn't want to make me more stressed. (That's not to say she doesn't talk to me about other things, because she does and I love it)
But when it comes to the cancer, she is often tight-lipped. I hate that, but also know where she is coming from so I don't press too hard and try to suggest other people she can talk to if she wants to.
My daughter is a smart girl, a typical oldest child, and has had to bear too much in her life. This piece is heart-breaking to me in so many ways. But also makes me so proud of her for sharing this. She is brave and strong, but I hope she also learns that being strong means you are allowed to cry. Anyway, here is her piece.
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Last week, on her 14th bday |
My name is Abigail and my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer in early
2011. I was terrified when she told me that she had cancer, but that
didn't compare to how scared I got later.
In May my mom had a double
mastectomy. We had to turn our dinning room into a bedroom for her
because she couldn't walk up the stairs. We were homeschooled and my mom
was our teacher. Often days she would be too sick to teach us so we had
to try and do all of our work ourselves. That coming school year my mom
was too sick to teach my brother who was going into kindergarden. So we
enrolled my little brother in school, and on the first day of school my
mom was having chemo done so she couldn't even take him to the bus stop
or help him get ready. My sister and I had to help my brother on the bus
a lot as my mom was too sick or at a doctors appointment.
At one point I
went to a sleep away summer camp with my cousin and everyday I was
worried that my mom wasn't getting everything she needed or that my
brother and sister were at home and couldn't get dinner because no one
was there.
Now my dad had it the hardest. He had to take care of my
sister, brother, my mom, and me while having a full time job where he often
had to work extra hours. When my mom finished chemo she had to start
radiation. Radiation makes you very sick and unable to most things. So
my mom was in bed a lot during radiation treatment. Then finally in
November she was done! And everything was okay.
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Her with on her fav softball players |
Until December came - she
started getting sick again and she had a rash near her radiated area.
Then on
December 23
my mom was taken to the ER and was rushed in for immediate surgery. She
came home that night but she still was very sick. All through the years
she had constant doctors appointments and physical therapy
appointments.
Then came this year my mom had found an organization
called Camp Kesem. Kesem is a camp for kids who's parents had cancer.
And finally I had found a place where people were just like me. Because
though we had tons of support which I am thankful for, there was no one
just like me. And I can't even tell you how tired I was of hearing "god
bless you poor little soul" or "don't worry everything will work out in
the end". Because none of these people understood what I was going
through.
I am not a big crier. I just don't do it. When I got Kesem I
was afraid it was going to be yet another place I felt alienated from
everyone else and that all the counselors were going to be like everyone
else. But that's not what happened. I met a lot of great kids my age who
had gone through what I had.
Then one
Wednesday
night at camp they had a ceremony where we sat in the gym area in a big
circle and had the opportunity to tell our story. Going into this
ceremony I was thinking it was going to be stupid and everyone was
telling me
you're going to cry, its so sad. They had a rain stick that they
would pass around and when you had it you get to talk. Now, I didn't
really know anyone's story and they didn't know mine. So I did not
expect what happened to happen.
They asked who wanted to start. And a
little 7 or 8 year old raised his hand. They handed him the rain stick
and he said
my daddy died of cancer. That was very hard on me because my
brother was 7 and here this little boy was whose dad had died! And then
it kept going around until it got to me. Now I was already crying and
then they handed it to me and I had intended to talk, but I just
couldn't. I burst into tears and counselors immediately started
surrounding me. But me being stubborn I intended to talk and share my
story. So I moved to where the rain stick was being passed around and I
waited.
The girl behind was talking about how her mother had died, and
again she was the age of my little sister which only made me cry more.
And finally I got the rain stick again and told my story and after words
I started bawling, or as my would say ugly crying. Then the camp
psychiatrist brought me out to the hall where a couple other kids who
crying just as bad as I was were. And she let me talk about why I was
angry and what made me so insecure.
I hadn't talked to anyone and it
felt so good. I told how my grandma had cancer at 30 and my mom got it at 31
and I was afraid it was genetic and my little brother or sister would get it
and their kids would have to go through the same thing as we did. An
then my sister came and we just held each other and cried for a long
time.
Camp ended and we went back home and didn't want to tell anyone
what happened and how I broke down. And then in October I found out that
my mom needed iron treatments because she was low. And they had tried
giving her iron before but she kept having allergic reactions to it. And
the last time she had a respiratory reaction, which I didn't really
understand, but I knew it was bad. She came home and really sick for a
couple of days and they decided they couldn't give her the treatments
anymore. Which was bad because she needed it.
And now I'm here and I
hope everything gets better from now on.
A few notes from mom: radiation shouldn't have been that bad, we didn't know I had an underlying infection - that is what kicked my butt (and caused that surgery I had that Dec).
Camp Kesem is an amazing organization. Their website is
here if you want to learn more about them!