During this whole thing my mom was the Relief Society President which is a huge church calling. My mom went through a ton of chemo and radiation which made her ill. Soon our trip ended and we had to return home. And it seemed like the cancer stayed in Utah while we were having fun in California. My mom had to ride around in a wheelchair so we got to cut in front of everyone and go on all the rides without having to wait an hour. The trip was for four people to go to Disneyland but we had seven people living at home at the time so my grandma got four more tickets for the rest of the family and she came with us. The man was the radio host and my mom won the Disney trip. The man asked to speak to my mom and he said the same thing to her and then we heard a woman’s voice in the background saying stop being so mean. A few days later my dad gets a phone call and it’s a guy calling and saying that he was a state official and that our water gage was broken and needed fixing. They would do this twice a day and on the last day they stayed up till ten thirty at night and entered non stop. Her and my older sister would go downstairs and get on the two computers log in and try to find Mickey in the disney map. But the one she wanted the most was the Disney trip. My mom loved calling radio stations to try and win the big cash prize or the concert tickets. As my mom got weaker she wanted to do something with the family that would be big and memorable just in case if she passed away. They helped me forget my mom was sick and made me smile and laugh every single day. Her and her family were truly the ones who helped me through this the most. My only friend who knew what was going on was my best friend Yvonne. I would drop off my back pack and go play with my friends at the park. But after a few more treatments I would come home and mom wouldn’t be walking around it was grandma who would be constantly be running up and down the stairs getting things for my mom and us kids. She was walking around, cooking, cleaning and playing with the kids. In the beginning stages of chemo my mom was still my mom.
But after school was a whole different story. So during the school day I totally escaped from the fact that my mom was sick. My plan worked I was playing and interacting with the other kids like nothing ever happened. After the meeting with the counselor I told myself “act happier” so I wouldn’t get sent there again. Me and the counselor came to the end of our discussion and she said that I could stop by whenever I needed help. I wanted to be left alone to deal with the situation my way. She was nice and gentle and truly wanted to help but I didn’t want help. The next day I had a meeting with the school’s counselor. My teacher didn’t believe me so she emailed my mom and asked. I didn’t want anyone to know what i was going through. After school my teacher came up to me and asked if everything was alright and I said yes. The next day I went to school and my teacher could automatically tell something was wrong because I wasn’t being my cheerful happy go lucky self. This was probably one of the hardest things he had to do. So later that night we got an electric razor and my dad shaved her hair. The first thing my little fifth grade mind thought of was is my mom gonna die? Which is a real concern when these kind of things occur.
In fifth grade I came home after a wonderful day at school, and my mom told me she had stage four breast cancer. But what if those lemons are too bitter to make sweet lemonade? I had received one of these bitter lemons. When life gives you lemons you make lemonade.
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