You would probably guess this is Julia's door, but actually it's our master bedroom door. Every time I see it my heart just swells. It is so much more than just an art gallery.
Julia and I have had a tough few years. Sadly as a cancer mom your role as mom becomes suddenly so very complicated. In many ways it is a privilege to be by their side through everything, care for them, and offer them comfort in every way you can imagine. But it also becomes achingly painful, stressful, and hard. I hate being the one forcing her into pain, watching her suffer, and inflicting painful procedures. Just last week I had to do her tube change and granulation tissue burn. I hate seeing the fear in her eyes, hearing her plead, holding her down, and listening her screams of pain. It never gets easier to do and a little piece of my heart dies every time.
When the dust settled last year, there was so much work to be done for both of us individually and together. Being five years old is supposed to be a magical year of play, pretend, firsts, friends, and giggles. For Julia it was whole lot more of wading though baggage leftover from cancer. We have worked hard this year as a family, at Kidspath, and in prayer- and it is beginning to really show. In recent months a sparkle has begun to emerge and our relationship has begun to heal.
For me the flashing neon sign of this is right there on my door. My little girl with a passion for scotch tape, makes me pictures to tell me she loves me and then adheres them to the door with miles of tape.
The scars from cancer are deep and some may never heal, but around here we've found scotch tape can help patch some of them.
Julia and I have had a tough few years. Sadly as a cancer mom your role as mom becomes suddenly so very complicated. In many ways it is a privilege to be by their side through everything, care for them, and offer them comfort in every way you can imagine. But it also becomes achingly painful, stressful, and hard. I hate being the one forcing her into pain, watching her suffer, and inflicting painful procedures. Just last week I had to do her tube change and granulation tissue burn. I hate seeing the fear in her eyes, hearing her plead, holding her down, and listening her screams of pain. It never gets easier to do and a little piece of my heart dies every time.
When the dust settled last year, there was so much work to be done for both of us individually and together. Being five years old is supposed to be a magical year of play, pretend, firsts, friends, and giggles. For Julia it was whole lot more of wading though baggage leftover from cancer. We have worked hard this year as a family, at Kidspath, and in prayer- and it is beginning to really show. In recent months a sparkle has begun to emerge and our relationship has begun to heal.
For me the flashing neon sign of this is right there on my door. My little girl with a passion for scotch tape, makes me pictures to tell me she loves me and then adheres them to the door with miles of tape.
The scars from cancer are deep and some may never heal, but around here we've found scotch tape can help patch some of them.