So when you’re sitting in a room and someone tells your 22 year old son he has leukemia, well it’s a little like being hit by a freight train. No, of course not actually.
And because of the urgency, you get caught up in this whirl-wind of life saving. Because AML is a bullet train, lightening fast. So while the experts get to the science, you work on the reality.
How do you go up against a freight train? My brain just had to ride it for a while, until I could breathe. Because when you get hit by a freight train, you can’t…
breathe that is. It’s basically impossible to do anything. And I’m just the Mom. Really… shouldn’t I have it together better? Right from the start? Well, maybe you can… but not this lady.
It takes time.
Time to digest, to learn, to understand, to regain your balance.
To understand that while life may be different, it’s not over.
That now there will be risks and hurdles, that you never want to see your child have to go through (at any age). Don’t all parents want to protect their children? Unfortunately, you can only do what you can do. My inner control freak is howling…
The AML freight train brought a new perspective… that you never wanted to have. Wouldn’t have asked for. But now that it’s here… it’s been a blessing.
I know… how can you say that?
Because it’s true.
While I’m still trying to figure it out and work through the muck, we’ll get there.
And life will be different. It has to be.
Not in a bad way.
Yes, today is a good day.