I love that we have a month dedicated to becoming aware of breast cancer. I hate cancer. I appreciate it when I see the football players wearing pink in support of breast cancer awareness, I see campaigns on campus, ads online, bracelets that say things about saving boobies. I love that.
Today I became aware.
My day was going well, I got up this morning, curled my hair, went to class looking absolutely adorable. Had a date planned for tonight, came home, worked on homework. Date got postponed. My mommy called to tell me she had been diagnosed with breast cancer.. typical day. Wait! My mom has breast cancer?!? She found out earlier today and I am sick. Actually there isn't much I can do, but that is MY mom. I truly do not know what to think. I need to straighten out my life, that is all I know. Life is too short, too fragile. My mom is the most incredible mom I know. Call me biased, whatever. My mom has ALWAYS been there for me. She carried me for nine months, was there when I was born (hahaha, gotta keep things light), she did my hair super cute every single day all through childhood, she made me delicious grilled cheese sandwiches, was always home when I came home from school. She helped me with campaigning for student body office when I was in high school, took my friends and I toilet papering, always had dinner made, taught me how to treat men in my life (the positive things), she would take us shopping, made sure we always had nice things. She drove out to Laramie when she found out I was getting a divorce, let me move back into her and my daddy's home when I did get a divorce, she lets me call when my day sucks or will listen when I have fun things going on. She invited me to move back in when all my siblings get married and I am still single, ha ha. Even during this phone call, she broke the news to me but made sure to ask how things were with a boy I am crushing on. I love my mom. I hate cancer. I hope all will be well and she can fight this.
Last year, my dad got diagnosed with colon cancer, I went and saw him everyday in the hospital after his surgery and while he was there. I love my parents, they are wonderful people. I would ask 'why', but there are no answers and certainly no relief in asking 'why,' just anger and bitterness. Keep my mom in your prayers please, this is MY mommy we are talking about.
Please spread and support breast cancer awareness this month, this is my personal, close-to-home, request.
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