A Mother's Fear Realized

The days when I am not busy cleaning or writingaccelerated rate and their strength is taxed
my mind seems to snap back to the reality thatincredibly soon. Older people don't have such
my little girl might die. Die! I can't seem toactive hormones to move the disease so fast,
comprehend that word and my little girl in theand have a better chance the chemotherapy can
same sentence. All the reading to make sure Istop the disease in its tracks."
understand what lies ahead for her just brings itMy 37-year-old daughter has made up her mind
home to sit in my mind like a vulture and conjurethat this is not going to change her life. She is
up the idea without her. Her, she, my beautifulcontinuing to work, and do the things she always
child who is so full of loving and caring for otherhas done. "Mom, these drugs are either going to
people, and now worrying that her family andkill this thing, or I am going to die. That is the
friends need consoling. My God, the pain in myreality of it all." With her chin in the air, a smile on
breast is like a sympathy pain, if there really isher face and a determination I have never seen,
such a thing. My eyes burn from the crying. Mymy baby has conjured up all the will, anger and
mind reels at the thought of her having to gostubbornness she has to keep going forward with
through all the treatments, and then the greatthe knowledge that the drugs will kill these
possibility of losing her after such an ordeal.obscene little marauders and she will come out of
I find my self staring at the pictures of youngthis cancer free.
women on the internet that have poured theirThe song Wind beneath my wings replays in my
stories out in hopes it might help someone elsebrain until I can't shut it out. Tina is the wind
understand this awful disease. These women, andbeneath my wings, because through this ordeal
some men, have come together through theshe is going through, she is holding everyone up. I
Internet and met and consoled and learned fromjust want to hold her tight and cry and rock her
each other.as I did when she was a baby. But I know I can't.
These people come from France, Germany,She needs my strength right now. I can't break
Denmark, England, Australia, New Zealand anddown, but it is so hard to hold the tears back.
yes, the United States. There is no trade zoneYesterday I put my arms around her and stroked
barrier to abide by when we are all talking abouther very think short hair. Soon it will be gone, that
one thing. Inflammatory Breast Cancer, and whyhair she has always hated. That hair that has
did I not know about this form of breast canceralways had a mind of it's own. "I bought a blonde
a long time ago. We all pretty much say thewig Mom", she said. "I'm ready to be bald, that
same thing. Why Were We Not Armed Withdoesn't bother me." Loosing her hair doesn't
Knowledge Before Now?bother me either, but loosing her life is
We have a Doctor in the family that actuallyuncontainable.
understands this form of cancer. He has beenMy hope in writing, is that through the knowledge
gentle and kind in his words to me, but honest atthat even one person reading this might one day
the same time. "When young women in theirshed light into the black hole of misdiagnosis and
childbearing years get Inflammatory breastmisinformation about Inflammatory Breast Cancer
cancer, the prognosis is not good. Because theywe can be armed for the conflict instead of being
are active and young, their system moves theconfused.
dreaded cancer cells through their bodies at an