You run from test to test and exam to exam and then to treatments and surgeries. If you are also a parent you have other people who count on you to show them the way. The little ones who want to know that mom will be okay while you also desperately want to know the same. Every parent’s second question after, “Will I die?” is, “What about my kids?” So you hustle everywhere trying to make certain you will live, and in the middle that first year you reach out to others who have been there. The ones who know it will end and that you will get through and you rely on their experience, strength and hope to help you through.
As time begins to slow down and treatments get monotonous or you return to your life you find everyone saying, “I had that “ or “my cousin, sister, best friend had that” and in those days you begin to be that source of strength for others and in doing so find out the great secret: It helps you to help others.
I was introduced to and offered help to those survivors of cancer. Even my oncology nurse asked me to write something down for another patient to read.
I kept answering the same questions; writing the same email over and over, a