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thejunipertree ([personal profile] thejunipertree) wrote2004-04-08 12:46 pm

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Some days are harder to deal with then others, re: cancer. Days and minutes and hours and seconds fly by without nary a passing thought. Until something happens and it all shoots up past my face, completely unable to be avoided. Like today.

At least my boss seems to know that when I don't turn around to speak to her and there's nothing in front of me, that I am most likely crying and should probably be left alone for a bit.

Last night, I made a statement to Stephanie that roughly said I know I am in the exact place that I should be right now. I have the friends I should have, the job I should have, the boyfriend I should have. Everything is running along the currents that it should be, at this moment. I'm not a big believer in karma or fate or anything like that. But I know, deep down inside, that everything going on around me is supposed to be going on. All the things I've done in the past were what I was supposed to be doing and while I think I could have handled some of them a bit better, they took me to where I needed to be.

She agreed with me.

I realize that my mother's cancer is part of all of this, the great and grand scheme of things. And I reckon that I'm supposed to be learning some kind of enormous life lesson from it all. But, the entire situation makes me want to kick over trashcans and act like a petulant three year old who isn't getting their way.

At this point, if I had to choose between gaining some kind of incredible wisdom about life or having my mother back the way she used to be before all of this, the decision would be exceedingly simple to make.

There are very few of you in my life right now who knew her before she became sick. That woman was a goddamn force of nature in her heyday.

I want that back.

And knowing how futile it is to wish for something like that, is what keeps me up at night and strikes me quiet sometimes, when I'm out with my friends.

It's just not fucking fair.

[identity profile] aprilrobin.livejournal.com 2004-04-08 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Although I didn't know her before she got sick.. all I can say is that woman is still a force to be reckoned with.
And therefore, she's the bee's knees.

[identity profile] what-r-u-doing.livejournal.com 2004-04-08 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
i wish there were something i could do, but i have no magic wand or potion...just a presence...

[identity profile] rowan-1958.livejournal.com 2004-04-08 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Sweetie, it's ok to kick trashcans and act like a petulant three year old. Those of us who know you and what's going on won't give a rat's ass (no pun intended) and will be there with a shoulder or an ear when you need it. Just know that there are those of us who have been where you are and understand 100%. My father has been gone for...Gods, it's been 14 years, and it's like it was yesterday with the chemo. and the radiation and watching him every day, day after day, knowing there was no hope...at least your mom has the hope of, if not remission, a stablization. I'm here if you need me, I know you're not a touchy/feely kinda chick, but babe, if there's ANYTHING I can do for you, I'm literally a phone call away. And I agree with Robin, your mom is still one kick-ass lady who's bad side I wouldn't want to be on.

[identity profile] theepumpkingirl.livejournal.com 2004-04-08 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
And I agree with Robin, your mom is still one kick-ass lady who's bad side I wouldn't want to be on.

that is fo'sho!

i love you, t.

*sigh*

[identity profile] serpent-sky.livejournal.com 2004-04-08 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
There's not much I can say, other than I understand... everything you wrote is what I felt like when I went through all of that with my grandmother. She was much older than your mom, but she was so vibrant, alive, and yes, a force of nature. I know. I know.

I wish I could do something for you, because I know how much it hurts. *hug*

[identity profile] saturnia.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
*hug*