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Childhood Cancer Sucks
The C word
June 11, 2016, I can easily say was the worst day of my life.
Sitting in that hospital room, waiting (not so) patiently for the Doctor to come in and give the results of the MRI was grueling. I had no idea what to expect, but cancer was not allowed to enter into my thoughts.
However, there it was. Dropped on me like a bomb.
Brain Cancer. How? Why? My baby? NO! This can't be real.
"Just close your eyes and when you wake up, this will all be a bad dream. You'll get a phone call with that sweet voice asking 'Memaw, can you buy me a Corvette when I turn 16?'"
I laid in bed and cried for hours, which eventually turned into days. Nothing else mattered.
My husband was my rock. He held me when I need it, cried with me when we needed it, and constantly kept the both of us strong.
The pain was agonizing, I hurt for me, for my family but mostly for my daughter.
Khyren, her 8 year old son, my grandson, is her world, her everything. He's her only child and the stars in her sky.
I had to set aside my selfish pain and be the supermom that she grew up believing I was. She needed me more than ever. And I was gonna be by her side every step of the way.
The weeks that followed were intense. Emotional roller coaster, though cliche, best describe them.
A successful surgery turned my tears of sadness into tears of joy! However, no one warned us of the recovery process. I took days off of work to help her. Work was not a priority. My grandson and daughter needed me.
Khyren suffered from steroid psychosis for weeks. Unless you've experienced this personally, you will not understand the depth of how hard caring for him was during this time.
Steroids have some horrendous side effects.
My daughter amazed me everyday. I can't seem to form words to describe her caring, patience, strength and love. She is an incredible mom!
Thankfully, the steroids ended and after three weeks, he was released from the hospital. We now begin a new journey.
The next year will include endless doctor appointments, MRI's, therapy, radiation sessions and over night hospital stays for chemo.
This evil disease, that is now only identified in our household as "the c word", has definitely taken from me and my family, but at the same time it has given so much. It has brought us closer than ever before, closer to each other and closer to God. It has opened a new door to expose us to the compassion and giving of others, which in turn has prompted us to give back just as much as we receive.
Khyren still has a long journey ahead of him.
Most parents, this time of year, are getting their children settled into a new school year. Khyren is settling into the hospital to have poison injected into his body, to fight off the wicked c word. He will miss his 3rd grade of school. He will not be burdened with homework, instead he will be battling for his life.
But he has already shown us all that he is a fighter. A warrior. A soldier lives inside of his small frail frame, who is armed with will and determination to kick the c word's butt! He is my superhero!
He's surrounded by such an amazing group of supportive people. Family, friends, doctors, and even strangers have come together for his cause. He WILL beat this!
Of course, no one ever wants to think that cancer can reach into their lives. Ripping every single piece of normalcy to shreds. Testing your faith with the "why's". But it can. It does, making your love one a statistic.
September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. I have gone gold (and gray-for brain). I encourage everyone to get involved. Donate to your local childhood cancer groups, be it monetary, supplies or time. Donate blood to your local blood bank. Reach out on social media. Make a difference. Help raise awareness to this horrible disease that claims the lives of almost 250 children a day. Be a part of the cure!