There are many words one wishes to go without hearing in their lifetime. When hearing that sentence, a list immediately pops into my mind. The first set of words that might come to mind is hearing someone close to you has died, or was seriously injured in, say, a car accident. Another thought that might arise is seeing a firetruck going up your street, sirens blaring, and heading straight for your house. The other? The other is finding out you or someone you love has cancer. That was what my mother experienced five years ago in the month of September.
September can be dreary enough as it is. The idea of returning to school and getting back into the normal routine can be a dismal thought for most people. While my mind was focused on getting back into the swing of things for sixth grade, my mother’s mind was elsewhere. She had gotten scans done towards the beginning of September—the scans that, ultimately, would tell whether or not she had cancer. The wait for the results was agonizing. Even today, my mother gets worried about scans to track the …show more content…
On days when she could barely get out of bed due to a splitting headache, we all sat in bed together and watched whatever television show she had missed the night before (usually, it was Arrow or the Flash). Whenever “scan time” came up and my mother’s nerves were on edge, we always did everything we possibly could to distract her. We sang as hard as we could to the songs on the radio, scrolled through Buzzfeed and Pinterest together for hours, watched stupid Bravo reality television shows or ordered Dairy Cottage breakfast every Saturday. We laughed whenever we possibly could, about anything. We stopped taking life too seriously, all because we truly realized what was important. Of course, there are bad days. There are the days when everything becomes too much for all of us. There are days when my mother is “tired of being tired,” but she continues to
September can be dreary enough as it is. The idea of returning to school and getting back into the normal routine can be a dismal thought for most people. While my mind was focused on getting back into the swing of things for sixth grade, my mother’s mind was elsewhere. She had gotten scans done towards the beginning of September—the scans that, ultimately, would tell whether or not she had cancer. The wait for the results was agonizing. Even today, my mother gets worried about scans to track the …show more content…
On days when she could barely get out of bed due to a splitting headache, we all sat in bed together and watched whatever television show she had missed the night before (usually, it was Arrow or the Flash). Whenever “scan time” came up and my mother’s nerves were on edge, we always did everything we possibly could to distract her. We sang as hard as we could to the songs on the radio, scrolled through Buzzfeed and Pinterest together for hours, watched stupid Bravo reality television shows or ordered Dairy Cottage breakfast every Saturday. We laughed whenever we possibly could, about anything. We stopped taking life too seriously, all because we truly realized what was important. Of course, there are bad days. There are the days when everything becomes too much for all of us. There are days when my mother is “tired of being tired,” but she continues to