Chemo Mom
It’s impossible to describe what it’s like to be a cancer mom. But maybe if you try to imagine packing for a stay in multiple directions for your family almost every weekend on top of having a sick child you might get started. Some weeks we are home for three days before being readmitted. Especially if you add in as much emotional stress as you can and then have your children be shuffled to different places plus sense that something very difficult is up and have them act out those emotions when they are home safe with you for a few days. Add some huge, huge, huge question marks and fears about the future and you will get a little closer. It really stinks being a cancer mom because of what it means for my child. For our family.
And yet, it is a huge honor to be a cancer mom. I watch Liam fight a fearsome battle that knocks the breath out of adults, and I watch him do it so well. I don’t know whether to cry or to applaud him some days; but I’m so proud of him. He is courage in person form. Suffering and suffering and suffering without ever complaining. He may be my child, but in some ways, I look up to him.