“Mom, just go”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Seriously, Mom. Go to the doctor.”
“I’ll just lay down in bed. I’ll be fine.”
Fast-forward a couple of days. Now Mom is in the hospital. I told her to go to the doctor. Did she listen?
No.
The problem was she became dehydrated and desperately needed fluids. She’s fine now, but it could have all been avoided if the Mom in the situation would have listened to her child.
If there is one thing Mom was taught me it was to not mess around with stuff concerning health issues. My mother has been diagnosed with cancer twice since 2001, and we do not mess around with the slightest thing now.
I still remember walking in from school and my entire family being at my house. I had no idea why. It wasn’t my birthday. If they were there for anything it was a late anniversary surprise for my parents. I soon found out that was not the case, though.
“Hunter, we have something we need to talk about.”
“What? Is everything okay?”
“No, Not really.”
“What do you mean, not really? Dad, are you alright?”
“Hunter, it’s me.”
“What? What is it with you?”
“I have cancer.”
Hit me like a ton of bricks. Sixth grade. I was in sixth grade. I had no idea how to handle myself, but it all helped my family and me in the long run.
You know, usually that is it. A person has surgery then that is it. Sure, it takes some time to recuperate, but never a doctor every day for 40 days. This was the strangest thing to me. I didn’t really know how to take it. Yeah, everyone was scared, but as a sixth grader it was hard to really understand everything that was going on.
Up to this point in school I had never missed a day, and I didn’t handle hospitals that well, either. So, my mom made me go to school the day of her surgery. I was on edge all day. I could not eat, think clearly or function really in any way. I had no idea what was going on with anything. I hated being at school that day.
So, I did the kid thing and faked like I was sick. I knew what the flu was, so I just acted like I was sick to my stomach and felt queazy. It worked like a charm. Since my whole family was in Nashville at the hospital with Mom, I called my best friend’s mom to come pick me up. At least she would have something to tell me about my mom’s status.
Thankfully, everything went well, but we had no idea what would come in the few weeks ahead.
Forty treatments. Five days a week. Eight weeks straight. At least they were all at the same time during the day. Mom and Dad had a schedule: Leave at 9 a.m., get there by 10:30, treatment at 11, then eat lunch at around 11:45.
Little did I know that this tragedy would be such a turning point in my life.
While Mom would be recovering from the afternoon, people from our church would bring meals over. Not a night went by where there was not food at our house. People cared so much for her. It blew my mind. People that did not know our family were sending cards, calling us and making food for us. The outpouring of blessings shown by the members of our church was amazing.
Rewind a little bit. Before all this happened I was beginning to veer off the path that correlated to God. I started to believe that people within the church were hypocritical and not who they seemed to be. I was struggling with my faith at the time, and strangely enough, the situation that my family was in helped that immensely.
We have boxes of cards at home. Not just a small cardboard box, either. I’m talking about the ones that are about five feet long and about a foot deep. It blows my mind to think that people care that much about someone they may hardly know. Knowing that someone is praying for you continually is a feeling that I cannot describe.
This was not the end of things though. After Mom’s first battle with cancer was over, little did she know that she would have to fight the disease again two years later.
I was in eighth grade. I remember getting the phone call at school. Mom called to tell me that she had been diagnosed with cancer again. This time, though, in the other breast, and a totally different type of cancer. The two were not related in any way at all. Her doctor at Sarah Cannon Cancer Center had never seen anything like this in all his years of practice.
We had to deal with everything all over again. The surgery, the treatments and the total exhaustion of each day. I say we, but really I mean Mom had to deal with it. She was the one defeating the disease. This time was no different, either. People still sent cards, cooked us dinner, offered to drive move to her treatments and even offered to do laundry for us.
Dad owns his own business, so while he was tending to that I was either doing laundry, homework or cooking dinner. I learned a lot of things a lot faster than I had previously planned, but I’m OK with it.
This time I handled everything a lot better than the time before. I knew what to expect, I guess. I knew that with the power of prayer and God’s grace that everything would be OK, and it was.
My mom is by far the strongest woman that I’ve ever met. She works nine hours per day, she takes care of my father and me and does a ton of things at home that I cannot even begin to describe. She’s amazing.
It’s unbelievable how God can turn such a tragic event into one that can bring someone closer to Him. He did it for me, and he will do it for you if you have faith.
John 16:33: “I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”