Once you've had cancer, you think of your own mortality. I wonder if I'll get cancer again — I've had cancer twice. I wonder if I'll get cancer a third time. I wonder if I will one day die from cancer.
I have this sense of urgency to make my life as fulfilling as possible because none of us know when God will be ready for us. An urgency to get as healthy as I can. An urgency to eliminate as much stress as possible. An urgency to continue to love this beautiful life. An urgency to laugh. An urgency to simplify.
What is most difficult for me, yet somewhat of a blessing, is having a daughter who is now 14 and with special needs. She does not understand that her mom has been ill. All she knows is she needs her mom. As I went through surgeries, I'd rest on the couch and recover. I had to tell her that mommy wasn't feeling well, so she'd be very gentle. She would give me an abundance of kisses and hugs. She often covered me up with as many blankets as she could — she loves her blankets.
She didn't understand I had incisions, stitches, drains and at one point a PICC Line. She didn't understand where mom was when she was hospitalized so many times. I was simply mom. My caregivers helped with my daughter tremendously during this time and always reminded her to be gentle. She is the most loving little girl, and the kisses and hugs I got during that time, and to this day … simply priceless.
My daughter doesn't understand her mom had cancer. Such innocence. Though a part of me wishes we could talk and she would understand, the other part of me believes it's simply a blessing. She defines unconditional love because it is all she knows. It is what she gives. She doesn't understand there is something as evil as cancer in this world. That cancer can take lives. She has no concept of that.
I don't dwell on my mortality, but it does cross my mind from time-to-time. I believe my daughter is the reason I don't constantly dwell on it. Though raising a child with special needs has challenges, more than anything, it has been a joy to raise her and watch her bloom in so many ways.
When my mortality comes into question, it's like something inside fights back because I know my daughter needs me. And I need her. She is the reason I need to be healthy, happy and as stress-free as possible.
I have a daughter to admire as she grows into a young lady, and I have hope. Hope that maybe one day there will be a medicine that will actually control her seizures — ideally put an end to them. If that happens, just maybe she will begin to talk. I don't want to miss that day. I want to grow old and see incredible strides made to cure cancer … and to cure my daughter's condition!
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