A monster that lurks in the deepest recesses of our minds. We always have a hidden fear that is never allowed to surface and we don't fully understand until the monster is knocking at the back door.
Once that monster becomes real no one can understand how you feel, and no one has the right to tell you how you feel, or how you should deal, with being diagnosed with cancer.
It's really easy to become jaded at how people view your life after a cancer diagnosis. When a young child is diagnosed with cancer or a mom is diagnosed with breast cancer it breaks your heart. You pray for remission and for a miracle that doesn't always come. And sometimes you just get pissed off.
The last thing any parent or patient wants to hear is, "Oh, you're lucky it's only thyroid cancer." They don't realize that papillary thyroid cancer almost always comes back. And every time it does, it's more aggressive than the last time. They also don't realize that cancers in children are almost always more aggressive than the same cancer in an adult.
Cancer sucks no matter what kind it is and no one should discount the feelings and fear someone has regardless of the type! I'm sure any cancer patient would trade you any day, any time, anywhere.
So I guess I'm pissed..... That little monster has reared its ugly head again, much too close to home. I'm mad. I'm mad as hell. You have people wasting their lives everyday. Yet it seems like those that are trying to make a difference get this crap. I know cancer knows no age, no race, and no gender but sometimes I just simply do not understand.
This is a discussion I often have with the Big Man above on those long nights when I can't sleep. I see that my friends are in for the long-haul, just like Chey. They are going to fight and they are going to win and I will not discount for one second that even I, can understand what they are going through but I will say....
For my friends and family:
As the shadows lengthen across the road, the light blooms at that shadows end
When the clouds turn grey and fill the sky with gloom, please, look for the rainbow in the wake
When the nights grow long and cold, wrap yourself in the warmth of the love that surrounds you
When the music seems to lose it's beat, hear the melody whistling in the wind
When the mist is heavy in the valley, hold on to your faith and hope-as an umbrella for your soul and
When you feel at your lowest and despair, remember
I am there....
Next time, we will continue with "What's a bath?"
XXOO Make Everyday Count,
Bonnie
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