My name is Lisa, my mom has Cancer.
Hello world,
On Monday November 22 I was at home, feeling a little down, my cat of 15 years had to be put down just a week earlier, I’ve been suffering from injuries due to a recent serious car accident (my second in 3 years, both not my fault), and I’m the owner of a business that requires a lot of time management, so I already wasn’t having the best day. But I decided I would sit and watch my weekly TV programs on the DVR, order a pizza, and try to relax. I ordered my pizza, and was putting some crafts together for a costume when the phone rang. My mother said to me, “I need you to do something for me” “uh… okay…” I said hesitantly. “I need you to be an adult here for a minute okay? Its very important. Can you do that?” my stomach dropped as I could sense something was wrong. “yes, just tell me whats going on” I said. To which my mom replied, “I have cancer.”
My mother is my life. When you hear about families that are close, well, that’s mine. Someone has a cold, and we all feel it. My whole life my mother always gave. She gave to me, my brother, our family, even my friends growing up. When someone else needed motherly advice she was there for them. When I had an asthma attack she was holding my inhaler. The only thing my mother has never been good at is taking. My parents work hard for what they want, something I wish every day I could do more of. Taking just isn’t an option. In fact, at some point, my mother will find out I am starting a small charity fund for her and I am sure I will be told to “take it down.” My whole life all I’ve ever wanted was success- but never for myself. I always wanted to send my mom to Africa on a safari, have a garden where she could plant her flowers and vegetables all day long, build her a restaurant where she could teach people what good food really tastes like. I still believe that this one day can happen, but like John Lennon once said, “Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” It is no secret how expensive sickness can be. I am extremely fortunate to say that thanks to my family we have health insurance. No secrets here. We are more fortunate than most when it comes to that. But me and my brother are in California, and my parents are in Minnesota. The minute we found out we searched high and low for airfares that were affordable. She needs me now just as much as I need her. And if it wasn’t for the kindness of a complete stranger who offered me their frequent flyer miles, It would have taken me a lot longer to get to her. Every copay, every test, every day of work lost, takes a toll on us mentally. and right now, I need my mom strong as ever and worrying about nothing but getting better. So I am asking for your help. A dollar. A Nickel. A get well wish. A story of your own. And in turn we will share our story. Well, through my brother anyways. My brother started a blog following my mothers cancer. He has always been much better at writing than me. Feel free to stop by and we will share with you what we can. And anything you can share with us, we would appreciate all the same.
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