called my sister and I into my room to have a talk as a whole
family. They said things like: "no, we're not going on vacation."
and "No, we're not moving." They also said that we had to look on
the bright side of what they were going to tell us. They made us
promise that we wouldn't freak out. Instantly, I thought that
they were going to tell us that they were getting a divorce. I
had already been through them saying that before, so I wasn't
worried at all. But the words my parents spoke were very
different from what I was expecting. My mom told me and my sister
that she had been diagnosed with Breast Cancer.
We were both
speechless, and I scarcely talked when my mom was explaining
everything about Breast Cancer and the procedures she'll be going
through soon to cure it. I was choked up and it felt like I had a
huge lump in my throat. But I didn't want to cry because it
scares my sister. I also didn't ask very many questions like I
My mom is going
to have surgery to get the cancer out in about a month or so.
It's scary because I've never had a sick relative like this,
besides my great-great grandma who I wasn't very close to. I've
never seen anyone go through surgery either, unless you count the
time when my dad had his wisdom teeth pulled. But I don't think a
trip to the dentist and going to the doctor to get cancer removed
is quite the same thing. I can't help but think of what my life
would be like without my mom. I don't want to think about it but
it's difficult because when people think of cancer they think of
death. Or at least I do anyway.
I barely got any
sleep last night thinking about it. Although, I think I was
partially in denial. When I woke up, I ignored all those thoughts
in my head about it. I wanted this school day to be normal. But
once I got to school, Keri came up to me and said "What were you
going to tell me?" I told her I'd tell her later, but soon after
that I decided to explain the whole story. It was hard to tell
her, because saying the words out loud made them true to me. I
broke down crying. So did she, which I wasn't expecting. I guess
that's why we'll always be best friends. Our eyes were both red
and watered down when we went to first period. I don't know what
happened in me, but once I got there I started crying again. I
think the realization of reality fully sunk in and by then, a
bunch of people were asking me what was wrong. I didn't tell any
of those people, until fourth period.
It was nice
because the person I talked to had gone through the same thing
before. Her mom was also diagnosed with Breast Cancer but she's
okay now. That gave me hope for the future, knowing that it will
eventually be back to normal. But I almost started crying
Then once I got
to fifth period, the people that were asking me about what
happened in first period got to know the full story as well.
Jessica was probably the most supportive person I talked to. At
first when I told her, she started to get choked up like I did
the night I found out. She asked me many questions about how I
was doing and about cancer itself. Then we got to talking about
what was going to happen after my mom recovered. I told her about
the breast cancer walks that my family plans on going to so we
can support people going through what my mom is going through
currently. It took me off guard when she said that she wanted to
come to all of them with me. But it felt good to know that
someone cared to do more than just ask "what's wrong?" Now I knew
that I would have a friend through all the steps of dealing with
this. It reassured me.
After school, I
told two more people. They gave me hugs and offered me support
for me whenever I needed to talk about anything. At moments where
I feel like I'm completely alone in this, it's good to know that
I have such amazing friends.
I couldn't go
through this without them.