My sweet angel

My sweet angel

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Stages....

Ok, so I know that so many people have it worse than me.   Really, they do.   The problem, maybe I'm selfish.  It's been 7 months since I was diagnosed.  In that 7 months, I've been through every stage of grief except acceptance.   I think in the beginning my denial and isolation was indicated by the fact that I was so positive but didn't want to talk about it.   Without my hair falling out and the short period of time, it wasn't real.  I was going to be fine.  I would get rid of the cancer and move on.

Then came the anger.   I was angry that this happened to me.   I was angry, that chances are, I will not get to see Karley graduate from high school or get married, maybe even date.   That is devastating.   I brought this beautiful, wonderful person into the world, took care of her every day, and now, I can't even be around her when she is sick.  What kind of mother am I?  I can't be there for her when she is sick.   I was angry for a long time.  I can't say I'm not still angry about it.

After the anger came the bargaining.   I thought, maybe if I got a second opinion, I could get better.   Or if I were a better person, things would be different.  Somehow I was going to be okay.   I think bargaining and denial are a lot alike.

Finally, acceptance.   I think I'm getting there.   I've realized this disease is not going anywhere until there is a cure.   I'm not going to live long if there is no cure.   This terrible mutation and has taken over my life.  I can't think of much more every single day.

I live on an island.   I'm not supposed to be in the sun.  Yet, I live on an island!  Everyone here is on vacation or the locals live at the beach.   There isn't much to do but the pool and the beach.   So, how fun of a mom am I now?   I can't be fun and I can't be a good caretaker.  

Please don't tell me to stay positive or keep my head up.   I had to vent tonight, and at the age I am, with this prognosis, I have a right.   Everyone says, "just keep hanging on, maybe there will be a cure".   Well, there isn't one yet.   I hope there may be one in the future, but as of now, my future looks very dire.   I'm tired of crying and trying all that I can to pull myself out of this funk.   I'm just not sure that I can right now.  I have to have more time to wallow.   I'm living in a world that is full of life, I just don't feel like I'm a part of the living right now, yet I'm not dead.   It's the worst feeling in the world.  

I hope you all can understand, please continue your prayers for my friends (Reggie, Marjorie, Gretchen, Tim, and Courtney) and me.   I may be throwing a pity party for a bit, but I still need them.   I don't want to give up hope.  


4 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing. You are loved. I'm thankful for my next breathe after reading this. I saw somewhere that smiling helps as much as 2,000 chocolate bars in helping happiness. Who know's? Wishing you the best smiles. Night swimming is cool(not near river inlets):).

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    1. Thank you Mr. Tate. I love and miss you guys :)

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  2. You're in my thoughts and prayers Samantha :)

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  3. Hey Sam. Thinking about you. I hope to get to see you soon.

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