This is another subject I’m gona write about… Cancer
I was 35 and trying to raise my son as a single parent, just existing from paycheck to paycheck. He was 8 when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was shocked. I didn’t know anyone in my family that had had breast cancer. I was more worried about him than I was about myself.
I knew my family would raise him and do a good job, but damn it, I wanted to do it. I had always wanted a child.
One day, I said a very heart felt prayer, “Please God, let me live long enough that my son dosen’t need me anymore.” He is 33 now and told me, “Mom, I will always need you.” I guess I will live forever then.
7 years later, I developed cancer on the other side. I had chemo with the first one and a mastomecty on both sides. This experience has made me a more independent, stronger person.
I realized about 2 years ago what my purpose on this earth is, I am a “helper”. I help other people with listening, talking and sometimes with a little money. (a dollar here and there).
I can’t solve their problems. But, I listen to them bitch, gripe and complain.
Every cancer patient knows that cancer can return anytime, anywhere. But, I choose to believe that I won’t get it again!
I found out about 5 years later, that breast cancer does run in our family.
Paige, your memoir, though brief, was very powerful. It made me feel both sad and thankful; thankful that such events can lead to a developing of your character: ‘a more independent, stronger person.’
I can understand your struggle with being told that horrible word – Cancer. My mother was diagnosed with the same as you. I am glad you pushed through it – my mother did the same for youngest sister – setting goals and making sure she did everything to reach them so my sister would have her around for as long as she could.
Keep being thankful for each day and enjoy time with your son.
This is a moving piece of writing as you tell your story with courage and determination. I am so pleased to hear that things are going well now.