As stress and panic imprison my weakened body, I know that I have to write. What may come of it is a mystery, but I expect each word to release some knots, allowing more air to replenish my chambers. It's cancer all day, now days. There is no escaping it. Inevitably, I often ponder how it will end. I want it to be elegant and pleasant, as pleasant as a death can be. I want my physical departure from my daughter's life to be as gentle and as peaceful as the warmth of our Alaskan sun, inflicting as little damage as can be. I want to hang on to hopes and comforts, but my pragmatism prevents me from doing so. After four years, I know how devastating this disease can be. It ravages one's physical self and corrodes one's faith. Finding the strength to stop the damage on both fronts is challenging, and avoiding a colossal disaster is impossible. The end result is the only constant in this formula, and whether I put up with the torturous treatment, the humiliating deterioration, or the humbling dependency, I will die. I will DIE as cancer devours me from within.
Meanwhile, I have to be happy and grateful for what I have. And I AM! Believe me, overall I've had a wonderful life. I have been enveloped with love, kindness, care, and warmth more than words can articulate. But does that mean that at age 37, I should accept that there will be not much more? How can I come to term with having to leave my young daughter without a mother? What medicine can cure or at least alleviate the sense of helplessness a mother feels when she knows the pain will come like a crushing mountain, and not only she's the cause, but she is also unable to do a thing about it?! How can I come to terms with leaving Mia motherless, with missing her Bat- Mitzvah, her prom, sending her to college, watching her father walking her down the isle? How can I let go of the pain of not being able to be there to hug, to comfort, to love and to give advice?
Because she'll remember you, and hold on to the fact that you'll be watching over her. She'll be comforted believing that you are around. I know I will.
ReplyDeleteOh Shir. You are so strong. So articulate. So beautiful and so amazing. You are my hero and I am so blessed, so honored to know you. Thank you for spending some time with me today when I know you are so tired, physically and emotionally. Mia is such an incredibly lucky little girl to have you as her mom. Whether for 8 years or for 80, the love you give to her is everlasting and she will not only always know this from memory but she will be constantly reminded of it by Derrick and by all who love her. Life is so unfair that such an extraordinary person and family should have to endure this kind of pain. Even in your weakened state, you exude a loving energy that is incomparable to the strongest, healthiest of us. Your wisdom, warmth, authenticity and selfless love for others is a gift all of us who know you have been given. You are the faithful friend, devoted mother, wife and daughter us women all aspire to be. I look up to you, Shir. I have ever since I met you and always will. The hugs, comfort, love and advice you have given to Mia and continue to give her will last an eternity. Without a doubt. She is such a wise 8 year old...beyond her years, With a living angel as a mom, she will forever be guided by your love and wisdom. I cherish you now and forever, shir. Love, Tina
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