She is one of the strongest women i know. She is beautiful, awesome, caring, strong and independent. She taught me well. She has been the rock everyone holds on to and been the rainbow in every storm. She has been a great obedient daughter, a great aunt, a loyal and respectful wife and a very loving and nurturing mother. She has endured a lot in her life, the universe has thrown a lot of curve ball in her and yet builds her strength to stand up and walk again.
The first major setback she had was when she was diagnose with a stage 2 ovarian cancer back in 2009. That shook us all, her immediate family, extended family members and friends. But she over come it and proceed to do and overcome her radiotherapy. It was hard for her, and with the help of my beloved aunts and uncle who have given her sooo much strength and support, she overcome the demon that was her cancer and stood back on her feet and proceed to live life the way she wants it and enjoyed to her hearts desire.
When she first was hit and recovered from this disease, I honestly and truthfully didn’t know how to act, react and assist her. Whether, I was ignorant, heartless or just plain stupid… I didn’t do much to help her overcome it, I blame the “She-didn’t-ask-me-to” attitude in me. If she never asked or tell me to do.. I wouldn’t even do anything. I was the useless daughter. I focus on work and just let go of the reality of the situation and went and stayed in my own “everything’s-ok” land.
As far as I knew she looked ok, besides being tired at times, I was only aware that she cooked, cleaned, and didn’t everything as though nothing happened. This was the useless daughter that I was. I didn’t help with much if the chores, even her doctor’s appointment I didn’t even bother to know or even asked if she wanted me to accompany her.
Either I’ve forgotten, want to forget or just being ignorant on the fact that my mum just overcome the stage 2 cancer. I was oblivious with the situation. I was happy living whatever “happy life “I thought I was having. Surrounding myself with friends, works and busying myself with unimportant things rather than having moments of understanding what my mum was going through. ....
{continued on Part 2)
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