Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Your Back Again!

After my father was diagnose with cancer I never thought I would have to deal with cancer again. I do not know why I thought cancer would never have a part of my life again but December 2007 that all changed. That month I was begging my parents to allow me to stay up at school for the break but they kept saying no not this year. I was just not understanding why they were saying no but one night it all made sense. I arrived home for winter break and as usual when coming home for break, my mother made my favorite dinner. After dinner my mother, father, and I were watching TV together in the living room. I had recently got a new laptop so I was still all excited to play around with it. I playing around on the laptop and was also video chatting with one of my best friends (my parents did not realize I was in a video chat). I looked at my father that was starring at my Mom watching TV and I said to him in a joking manner, "What the hell is your problem, starring at Mom?!" He looked at me and looked at my Mom again and goes, "Heather we have to tell you something." My mouth and heart dropped, I knew something was wrong and remind you I am still on video with my friend. My father than want about telling me how my parents did not want to tell me during my finals weeks and cause anymore stress but they found lumps in my mothers breast and the biopsy results were positive. I started yelling, "NO! NO! No, you don't have breast cancer!" I slammed my laptop closed and ran to my Mom, she hugged me and told be she would be fine, everything is gong to be okay.

I was 20 years old at the time but I felt like a little kid again. I felt like I could not do anything to help. It would kill me to see my mother go through what my father did.  Later that night my Dad talked to me and said she is going to be fine, she is a strong woman, we just have to be supportive the whole way, and "Remember to keep everything normal. We have to keep everything normal. It's going to help relax Mom."

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