The truth behind disease

Every light was off and the house appeared empty. The silence was unbearable and remained in the back of my mind like an infection that would never heal. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the bedroom door. She lay there, motionless, yet always peaceful. Tears pricked my eyes but I quickly shoved them away, squinting tightly. I knew I shouldn’t wake her; she needed to rest for eternity it seemed. The room was gloomy and every object was useless to her except for the bed, the soft mattress that enveloped her sickness and dreamless nights. The sickness started three months before, a single shot that sucked the life out of her like a toy whose batteries have run dry. She was in the midst of chemotherapy and her motherly role came to an abrupt halt. I became mom for six months.
Before my mother was diagnosed, we had a slightly different relationship than the typical mother and daughter. She worked constantly while I surrounded myself with schoolwork and friends. She taught me to be independent at a young age and gave me more freedom than I should have had. Although it was difficult to grasp the idea of independence at first, the moment I did I had all the power in the world. When the heartbreaking news arrived, my power shattered like glass under deadweight. When a person experiences six months of chemotherapy, its almost as if they are not there at all. I don’t think I saw her smile for weeks, only closed lids and a warm blanket that swallowed her skin and bones like a black hole. She was in pain. I brought her everything she asked for, and it tore me up to see such a powerful woman desperately needing a glass of water, unable to get it without my help.
I would have to say this period of time was the hardest obstacle I have overcome, but the moment the endless days of silence, darkness, and loneliness ended, my life changed. Today, my mother lives like there is no tomorrow. She has taught me that even life-threatening challenges can be overcome and there is truly no such thing as impossible. I have kept this attitude in my mind throughout the past two years of my life and I plan on holding it forever. I feel that limitations are only what we make them, and as of now, I have none.

The truth behind disease

harwashb

Joined March 2008

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The struggles that we go through in life make us who we are, this is mine.

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