September is childhood cancer awareness month. Before my son was diagnosed, I thought cancer only happens to one in a million babies. I’ve also watched the St.Jude commercial featuring adorable babies, smiling with bald heads. I wish the battle my son is fighting was as sweet and pretty, as what is pictured in those commercials. Childhood cancer is frightening, scary, and heart wrenching to watch, especially when it’s your baby fighting for their life. A fellow cancer mom shared these words with me and I’m passing them on to you:
I hope you never have to watch your baby’s hair fall out. Twice.
I hope you never have to hold him down while four nurses try to access his port for the third time.
I hope you never have to sit in a clinic for ten hours watching blood drip into his vein. Then platelets. Then chemo.
I hope you never have to explain that this poison is actually making him better.
I hope you never have to help nurses surprise him with two shots in his thighs.
I hope you never look at your child and want to cry because he looks skinny and pale.
I hope you never have a hard time sleeping at night because you’re counting his breaths.
I hope you never have to hand your kid over to doctors you’ve never met and watch them roll him away to surgery.
I hope you never have to spend the night in intensive care praying things don’t get worse before they get better.
I hope one day treatment will be easier.
I hope one day no more children will have to fight this monster.