Monday, March 16, 2015

The Miracle We Were Hoping For !

I generally don't blog to much about family since I'm a pretty private person but in this case, I will gladly make an exception to the rule.  To say that my mom has been the rock of my existence would be an gross understatement.  While we share a family joke that I was the perfect child (hey Amber, had to say it, sis!), this hasn't always been true.  I'm far from perfect and I'd love to take an eraser into the past to rub out some pretty big screw ups.  No matter what though, Mom was always there to support me in so many ways.  Truly, the woman is the most selfless person I know...one of those people who would give you the shirt off her back and then go out and buy you another shirt if you were still in need.

There was a point in time where she was a single mom with three kids working two part-time jobs.  Statistically, kids in these types of situations have the proverbial deck stacked against them.  Yet my sisters and I were all able to pursue our own hobbies and interests that led to many opportunities in life. Mom valued education too.  And at the risk of tooting my own horn I will say proudly that those 3 kids she raised all went on to university and hold FIVE university degrees between them.

Mom was always pretty active, too.  With three kids that's pretty much a given.  So it came as a shock to us all to learn late last year that something just wasn't quite right.  To make a long story short, she started noticing that she was losing her sense of taste which led to a doctors appointment which lead to a round of tests which in turn lead to something no one really wants to hear......cancer.  And not only that but it was in a location in her throat that made it inoperable.

And the news only went from bad to worse after learning that her chemo treatments may not have been as successful as we had hoped.  I spent most of last week trying to come to grips with the idea that Mom might not be around much longer.  It was a dark, confusing and scary to be be perfectly honest.  The idea that my Mom would never really get to know her youngest grandchild tore my heart right out of me.  I woke up this morning dreading how the day would unfold as Mom was to learn the results of the latest tests.  Fifteen biopsy samples and no cancer detected was the news, my sister informed me.  My brain is still trying to process this information as I write this as I only found out myself after getting home from work this evening.   It's honestly taken me the better part of an hour here just to complete these four paragraphs.

I'm not the most religious of people but I do believe everything happens for a reason.  If anything has driven home the idea of never taking life for granted and living every single say to the fullest,,,every...single...day...then the events of the past 3 months surely have.  I remember Mom once telling me how often times in life you don't always get dealt a good hand but you play it the best that you can.  It's a huge relief to see that things have played out so well and that Mom will still be around.  I might be 40 now but I'm not ashamed to say I love my Mom and she really is my hero and my inspiration.


1 comment:

Angelina Pratt said...

A powerful story, and I hope your mom continues to get better. <3