Picture this: You are a regular everyday teenager, just out of middle school, and your summer days are ending. All you want to do is have fun and take everything in before those dreaded school days start. You argue with your mother as to why you should be allowed to go to the town pool and hang out all day. You yell at her and tell her that she's being stupid (as mean as that is) and finally because of your bratty behavior, you get your way.
That girl was me, being a spoiled little brat who just had to be with her friends. So yes, I was with my friends that day and for the rest of that week, just having a grand old time.
It was the Monday before school started that I got what I consider to be the biggest shock of my life. My dad called me downstairs, and he sounded somewhat worried. A bad day at work for him, I supposed. I walked into my parents' room. They were sitting on their bed, and a few seconds later my sister arrived.
"Sit down, girls," my dad said. So we did. This was not good. I just knew it.
"Girls, I have cancer," my mom said.
Shock, total shock. I did not know what to say. I began crying, and soon found myself holding my mom, and my dad practically holding me up from behind. We all cried, my parents, my sister, and I. Then, we just sat in silence for the longest time.
She had surgery, and the lump was removed. All of the nodes were negative. So now, she is just going through chemotherapy and in a month or so, she will go through radiation.
After this happened to my mom, I learned to have respect for her and my dad. I don't know what is ahead of us now, so I deal with what they tell me I can and can't do. My mother is dealing with far more than a "No, you can't go to the movies" or "No, you can't go to this dance tonight."
A poster was given to us that is very comforting in this time of hardship. It reads, "Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God." And because of that, I have strength and believe that maybe my parents' decisions are for the better overall.