Wednesday, May 9, 2012
My Untold Story
There is a little story about me that I have never included here in this space. Not because it's secret, but rather because it's sacred. It's the story of my journey through childhood cancer. A journey that is blotchy for me. Memories come and go, experiences are both real and dream like - but they are mine.
It is a long, drawn out tale of pain, joy, togetherness, struggles, hardships, operations, overcoming and living. It's a story that belongs to me, my mum, my dad and my brother. My family of origion. My people. We journeyed this together, all four of us. Whilst my body was the only one touched by cancer, the lives of my family were also deeply affected.
I actually asked my darling mum to write the first chapter for me. Upon reading her words I could not hold back my tears. Once they subsided I drove straight to her house- my urge to hug her was insatiable.
Now being a mother myself I cannot begin to imagine what having a child with cancer would be like. Having to wonder if they would live. For this reason (and many, many others) I have no doubt in my mind that I, the individual who actually had the dreaded illness was most protected from it's evil.
I'll post my mum's story on having a baby girl with cancer tomorrow. I've written this post to offer some context to mum's words.