As many of you know, my sister has been going through the unthinkable again. She had a major surgery the week before Christmas. She has spent the last couple of months recuperating.
One week ago, she went for a full-body scan to see where the cancer cells might still reside. For the past week we were antsy and dreamed of the magic call that all is clear. I tweeted it and facebooked it. There were a lot of prayers and positive thoughts sent our way.
Then the call came. She is not all clear. There are more tests and more waiting for results.
I tried for days to get back to regular writing. Every time the cursor flashed at me I couldn’t fill its time with warm and fantastic writing for you to read.
Truth is I am scared. All my life since our mom died at the age of 38, I was scared to turn that age. This is the year I turn 38. All this time, I was scared to have the same fate as my mom. And it is my sister going through hell because of genetics.
Germ cells are not acquired due to lifestyles but genetics. She was born with them to no fault of her own.
This big sister feels helpless all over again. I can’t fix this by researching and getting her the treatment to cure her forever. No money in the world will fix this. She is in great medical care possible.
My dear readers, I thank you for your patience and support. I started this blog to try to write about being a motherless mother. It hits too close to home that my only family outside my house is having to go through this all over again.
I ask for you to do one thing: hug your loved ones tight. Don’t sweat the small stuff. You never know the last time you said ‘I love you’ is truly the last time.
I am sorry for any rough grammar errors. Thank you for understanding.