I've been struggling as of late with all the pain, emotion and depression that comes with having a child fighting Leukemia. I was just looking back through the pictures from our family vacation last summer to Hilton Head Island. It would have been about 3 months before Leah was diagnosed. Life was so simple. We were happy and looking forward to the arrival of our baby boy. Leah didn't look sick at all. She looked so radiant, so beautiful and had a glimmer in her eye. There was a tender innocence there that I don't see as much anymore. Mostly because she has to know about things like ports, chemotherapy, procedures (spinal taps) and Leukemia. So much has changed. I feel that she has been robbed. That we all have been robbed of wonderful days. Days that should have been spent in the magic of childhood. I just feel like every day is covered in a fog, a weight. There's always something dreadful looming on the horizon. I'm angry at this disease. I'm angry that it has hurt my little girl. I'm angry that it has hurt our family. I'm angry at how I feel it is destroying me. I just can't seem to let go of the hurt and the anger and I don't feel as if I've been truly happy in a long time. Most days it seems as if I'm barely keeping my head above water here. How did I go from someone who could manage the household to completely losing control of everything?
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