Thursday of last week my mother called my sister,
Shawnta and I three way. This was not unusual for us because we usually do this
about three to four times a month. This time was different; I could tell there
was something wrong; she was not her chipper self. Whether she wanted to talk about one of the grandchildren
or let us know something ridiculous my daddy had done; she was always in a good
mood. Her mood was very solemn this time. The information she had for us was
nothing like we expected. The results from her CT scan, she had a month ago,
showed suspicious spots on her pancreas and her blood enzyme level is very
high. She tried to tell us without crying and in fact did very well; until she
told us they think it may be cancer. How could this be happening to our mother?
Shawnta and I were in disbelief; we were strong for her and could not wait for
her to give the phone to our daddy. Finally, she gave him the phone not a
moment too soon; we both broke down crying. My daddy kept telling us the
doctors don’t know for sure yet. We have to keep our faith, pray and not give
up. They are supposed to go back to the doctor on Monday to meet with her
doctor. Shawnta and I believe the meeting with the doctor is to let our mother
know how advanced the cancer is.
My mother has six grandchildren which range in ages
from 2 to 19. She does not want us to tell them anything just yet. My sister
has two girls, Allie, 19 and Erin, 17; I have four boys, Blake, 10, Logan, 5 Jordyn,
4 and Nathan, 2. I think Allie, Erin, and Blake will be upset with us for not
telling them now. They are old enough to know something is going on. Logan,
Jordyn, and Nathan are too young to understand what is going on, so I
understand not telling them. We all have been on pins and needles just waiting
for Monday to get here. What does the future hold for my family?