Cancer is a funny thing.
The human body can repair a cut and heal a bone. It can run marathons and lift twice its weight. It can create life. It works in perfect harmony knowing when to breathe, knowing when to beat. But with cancer, your own body, your own cells, work against you.
Human beings are truly just as fragile as they are remarkable.
As bad as it sounds, cancer has always been distant to me. My grandpa (papa) had cancer, but I was too young to fully understand the depth of it. I’ve known people who know people who have cancer. I’ve seen it in movies and shows (ironically I have been watching Breaking Bad). But when my mom was diagnosed, I was shocked. The kinda shocked that brings you to your knees. I know the statistics, I know the odds, but not here I always thought not us; I didn’t realize it could happen to my favorite person in the world.
So, I knew I had to be home. Chemo is no joke and my mom needed me. And to be honest, I needed my mom. Watching her go through this from Ohio was too hard on me. So 2 carry ons and 3 checked in bags later, I made it home to be with her for her first round of chemo.
And it’s been difficult. The last thing I want is to see my parents grow older, but to grow older and get sick? I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. There’s been lots of tears and lots of worry. There hasn’t been a minute where I don’t question why but in the midst of this chaos, there has been so much good.
Good people. People we love and cherish – like my Tia Isa who has been with my mom every step of the way. People she lost touch with, people she had falling outs with. People have been reaching out to bring dinner, to check up on her, and to come over and pray. People have been so supportive and offered so many kind words and pieces of advice. I have been so moved (to tears 99.9% of the time) by all of the support and care my mom has received.
There has been so much love.
But isn’t that what this is all about? The love from people is what keeps us going. The relationships we make in life are what will see us through. Not money or possessions. Family. Friends. Friends that become family. They are what make us truly happy. Truly wealthy. To be blessed with the gift of true companionship. These hard times give us a chance to see people for who they truly are, sometimes good and sometimes bad. They remind us to be thankful for what we do have.
Throughout this whole process my mom has demonstrated true strength. She has been radiating positivity and light and I honestly don’t know how she is doing it. What I do know is that I want to live a life where I am surrounded by love and family. I want to live a life being positive and fostering true friendships; to be good to people. Hard times will come but I want to grow from them, not let them defeat me. I want to live a life like my mom: full of love, light, and friendship. I still have so much to learn from her.
So that’s just an update because I know it’s been awhile since I posted (and I said I would write every week…oops).
Things are rough but you gotta roll with the punches and find the good in the bad, take one day at a time, and always, always, always surround yourself with love.
P.S. if you have any chemo tips, please feel free to comment or email them to me. Thank you!