To the family…
listening to the phrases. “It’s most cancers,” for the first time
watching your child fall asleep to anesthesia for yet another course of
listening to your child scream as they acquire but yet another poke
offended about the way in which during which remedy is making your child actually really feel
crying in a bathroom so your child doesn’t see your ache
praying in silence your child takes that subsequent breath
screaming into the abyss because you don’t know what else to do anymore
irritated with the fastened stream of checks, labs, and scans
prepared for outcomes that might eternally change your child’s life
overwhelmed with the abundance of information coming your method
cleaning up after the barrage of medicines made your child sick
exhausted after many days and nights with insurmountable sleep debt
torn between the proper technique to care to your sick child and nonetheless have the power to see your completely different children
who has infants at dwelling who don’t completely understand why you’re gone so usually
who’s completely different children miss their sibling and easily want them to return dwelling
lamenting the life sooner than most cancers turned your world the opposite manner up
yearning for a “common” childhood in your sick child
mourning the long term your child is desperately combating for
grieving the child you misplaced to this horrible monster.
We see you.
We stand with you.
We hurt for you too.
Please ask for help.
Be delicate along with your self.
Prioritize self-care.
There’s no judgment in guaranteeing you’re healthful so that you probably can maintain combating alongside your child.
