Fascinating things, those diagnosis stories.
My friend and I were discussing her child's diagnosis story (everyone at this house has one). Her child has a similar, almost identical, leukemia as our child. Their diagnosis was in October, while ours was on December 2. Just like a birthday, everyone dealing with childhood cancer/leukemia remembers the day their life changed forever.
Anyways, she was telling me how when the doctors got the bloodwork back, they were explaining that they hoped the problem was leukemia because if it wasn't, the other two possibilities have no treatment. Then, the doctors told her that she had 15 minutes to gather what she could because she needed to meet the airplane after that.
Looking back, she was aghast that "They didn't even ask if I turned the roast off that I started that morning. They didn't ask about the other children. I just had to hope someone would be there when my other child got off the school bus."
This is the way it happens.
On December 1, I started making a baby quilt for a friend. I was supposed to be helping throw her a baby shower 3 days later. Leaving the fabric on the dining room table, Andy and I and the baby went shopping at the mall for Christmas. It was from the mall that we went to the ER and didn't return home until we were "allowed" to visit in late February.
Half my family is with me. Half my family is going on without me. It's almost like a death, but it isn't. Everyone in this situation misses their home, their families, their routines, normalcy, and the feeling of peace knowing that your child is healthy (which most people don't recognize because they haven't been forced to).
We are all so grateful for our family and friends who support us and pray for us during this time. Thank you!
1 comment:
How very profound. You were able to put into words what we are all thinking. Thank you.
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