The Healing Power of a Child
My son was 2 years old when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. One of my greatest fears was whether or not he would recognize and feel comfortable around me without hair or the energy to play as much as we used to. Right after my first chemo my hair started falling out in clumps. I wore a hat around the house for a while until the day it got so bad I shaved my head. To ease my son into my new look we decided to play a hat game. My sister, husband and I sat in a circle with my son, all wearing silly hats and played a simple game of pass the hat to music. He caught glimpses of me without hair and after a few minutes walked over to me, took off my hat, rubbed my head and gave me a big wet sloppy kiss and cuddle. I knew at that moment everything would be alright...
To survivors - What a fight, I'm glad I can stand tall beside you.
To those who are fighting this disease now - I send you extra strength.
To those who have lost a loved one - I send you love and hope that one day soon we find a cure!
Gillian
Cocoa Beach, FL
Cocoa Beach, FL
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