One moment you look at your day with satisfaction. The dishes are all clean, the laundry is so caught up there’s no more hangers, the dinner is simmering on the stove making everyone drool; it’s a perfect day. Maybe the windows are even open with the cool breeze and sunshine coming through. Your kids are being adorable and you’re actually getting along enjoying each other’s company. The dog is even behaving!
And then BOOM! The call comes that someone you love is terminally ill with cancer. That yet again a loved one is suffering silently in pain feeling all alone in their journey. That the person you saw at the last family gathering is now a shell of who they once were.
Life is weird.
The conversation turns to chemo and hospital visits instead of the latest football game. When you hug them you hug softly so as not to cause them pain and you feel terrible when they grimace. You try to hide the concerned look of slanted eye brows and wrinkled foreheads but to no avail. They know you’re worried. They know they don’t look good. They know it’s bad. But no one says a word.
Life is weird.
How is it that one family can be hit with cancer so hard but the other never sees a terminally ill disease? It’s like tornados, they miss every house on the block except yours.
And where’s the family? I know everyone has their own lives and can’t always be there, but where’s the family that can? I’m guilty so I can say that.
Life is so weird.
true life hot mess mom 