Pretty much all the honest truth telling in the world is done by children. ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
*My daughter Emma has decided to share some of her feelings about cancer.
Please leave her comments and I will read them with her.
PS I did edit for grammar and punctuation but left her words as she wrote them.
Hi. I’m Emma, I’m 10, and my mom has stage 2 breast cancer.
This is how I feel.
I feel as if my whole life has changed.
I feel that way because my jobs have changed. I have more work to do around the house. I don’t mind, but it’s still more.
Also, ever since she got cancer, we’ve had people donating food and gift cards. I feel happy that people are helping but it’s a weird feeling that we need it.
I feel upset sometimes when I see her crying because she has cancer and I know she’s scared.
I just wish I could make this all stop.
I want to stop the cancer and I hate that she has to get chemotherapy.
But I’m still thankful we get our girl time together and cuddle on the couch when she doesn’t feel well.
I want my mom to be better so I don’t cry.
It makes me sad when she doesn’t feel well and I wish I could make her feel better.
I’m very glad mom has Hugh in her life. He makes her happy and helps to make us happy too.
I also feel as if my big brother Keith has been upset about our mom as well because he rarely plays with me. He only plays with me on Xbox or electronics. I wish he would talk to me about how he feels and I’m glad that most of my other brothers and sisters do talk to me about mom’s cancer (and the divorce).
Ever since my mom started chemotherapy small things make me cry.
EX: When my twin brother, Will, destroys my room, I cry.
It just happens.
My sadness isn’t just because my mom has cancer, it’s also because I miss my dad.
I miss him because I don’t see him very much and I love him.
But I’m mostly ok. I have my puppy Tilly who makes me happy when I’m sad. She sleeps in my bed and makes me feel safe. And my silly dog licks my tears away.
I also have my siblings, my cousins, some of the best friends in the world, my teacher, and a counselor.
And I can mostly talk to them about everything.
I pray every night my mom will get better.
I hope you will too.