It’s one of those words you never expect to find attached to your life or the life of someone you love. I’ve always thought that only happens to other people. But it doesn’t. It has happened to my family.
My mom has breast cancer.
That one little sentence reduces me to tears every time. I found out Saturday and I haven’t been able to focus on anything else since. One little sentence changes the entire way I see my mom. Is she going to be alright? The doctor says it’s curable. Is he really correct? How can I not worry that she won’t be alright, that there’s something I could do to help? I am going to fly home on Sunday for about five days to be there for her surgery.
Being so far away from my family at a time like this is harder than I thought it would be. But when have any of us expected to find ourselves in a position like this?
I know that now I will need to be tested earlier than the recommended age of 40. I found (and this likely why you should never do internet research) that my risk is now 1.5 to 3 times greater to get breast cancer because she has it. According to the Susan G Komen website I now have a ‘moderate increase in risk’.
I don’t like to ask things of people but I would certainly appreciate prayers for my mom as she undergoes surgery and radiation in the next few months. She’s only just celebrated her 61st birthday while we were all on vacation together less than a week ago. She never told me there was a chance she was sick, never let on that anything was bothering her. She hid it from me because I guess she didn’t want to worry me. I hope I can have her courage and hide my fear when I see her. But it won’t be easy.