for each of us and our families and …
This came in an email from a friend, no author was provided.
How does that happen?
The types of cancer are many and varied. Osteosarcomas, Neuroblastomas, Lymphomas, and so many other technical names that are too difficult to pronounce and impossible to spell.
I simply call “it” the Beast.
The word beast is defined as a cruelly rapacious animal. A living organism. Fits cancer perfectly. A cruel beast.
The damage done by the beast is visible and sometimes, obvious. Austins’ precious little bald head is something I will never forget. Nor will I forget the first time, his Aunt Shelley saw him as his hair was beginning to fall out. Her face crumpled as she got out of her car and came around to hold him. We all felt the same way. The pictures tell the story much better than I can. They are put away. Out of sight, out of mind. So we hope.
When the cancer beast entered my life and world, I never looked at it as a punishment. It never occurred to me to feel “picked on” or singled out.
It did however make me more determined to live my life in such a way that others would know, the beast can be beaten.
Now, having said that, never think that for one second, all stories have the “happily ever after” ending.
Sometimes the beast wins, and that is what breaks my heart.
When Austin was diagnosed, I admit, I did question…….Why my baby? Why Austin?
One trip to St. Jude and I assure you, you will not be the same person you were before. It’s one of those places that should be sad, and sometimes it is……..very!
I will never forget the first visit we had with our Austin there.
We were so happy to see him! It had been three weeks. I was so excited that I ran in and grabbed him up, leaving my purse sitting on a table in the common living room.
He wanted Papa and I to take him outside to the playground, and of course, we did. He played on the slide and ran around like he had never met the beast. The only indication that he was sick was his pallor.
After about an hour, I realized that I had left my purse inside. Oh no! Inside were my credit cards, check book and money.
Doug hurried inside, hopefully it had not been stolen.
When he came back to the playground, he had the strangest look on his face and my purse in his hands.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
I will never forget his words.
“It was right where you left it. Sandra, down here, I don’t think it’s about money. What these kids need, money can’t buy”
You’re right, more tears.
The leaving was torture. I remember sobbing as he stood in the doorway of the Ronald McDonald house, his little arm waving bye bye to Nana and Papa. I left my heart there.
On the interstate, traveling home, all I could feel was heartbreak. I cried until I couldn’t see. And all at once, I remembered, I had left my purse!
We turned around and went back.
This time when I had to leave my baby, he was sleeping so peacefully. It wasn’t easier, but it wasn’t quite as painful to leave him this time.
Yes, you would expect St. Jude to be a sad place.
But with so many little children gathered there, it is filled with giggles and smiles. The play room is awesome, the playground is a wonderful place for them to explore and just be…………..NORMAL
Cancer patients have only one need, and that is a cure. We know logically, that the beast can rear it’s ugly head at any moment in time. After nine years, it’s still the first thing I think of when I open my eyes, every morning.
For a split second, I question. It only lasts for a second, then I’m up and off to start my day.
With the talent and money in this country, why are we still trying to find a cure for this disease? Jonas Salk did it. But so many diseases have NO cure. Oh, they have treatments, Alzheimers, Diabetes, Hypertension, Asthma, and the list is endless.
There are only treatments. Why?
I have no answers. Only questions.
The beast is not pretty, and it’s painful. It’s after effects never go away. To this very day, I can’t drink from an aluminum can. Chemotherapy makes your mouth taste like you have been sucking on copper pennies. The metallic taste is very fresh in my memory.
Some times, I smell a scent and am immediately transported back to the Cancer Center. It’s funny how a scent can trigger a memory.
Austin wont eat anything that smells like grape. So much of his medicine was grape flavored.
The beast causes a chain reaction. Not only does it affect the patient. It affects the parents, the siblings, the grandparents, the aunts, the uncles and on and on.
Austin’s big brother was only 4 when the beast entered. He wasn’t old enough to understand why his mommy was away.
I can never forget how my heart broke for him. He woke up one night, crying with an ear ache, and all he wanted was his mommy.
How do you explain cancer to a four year old? He did not understand that it was not his fault. He asked, “Aunt Shelley, if I’m a good boy tomorrow, can I see my mommy?”
How can the human heart deal with such hurt? How will I ever over come so much heart break? How could I watch Austin suffer? How could I watch his parents go through this???? My heart HURT! How could my heart survive this much pain?
Now I know….
Just as easily as it can love unconditionally.
Just as it accepts and loves with out question.
Just as easily as it bears your hurts and pain.
Just like Jesus did for us.
Without a doubt.
With unconditional LOVE
And that is another gift of cancer…………To LOVE
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