Kids & Cancer

I’ve known a few people who have had cancer.  Some have fought it and won.  Some haven’t.  My husband lost his mother to breast cancer when they were all way too young.  I guess I was always one of the lucky ones: nobody really close to me has had to deal with the big “C”.  

You know I work in Lauryn’s kindergarten class every week.  I’m the Room Parent.  One of the Room Parents.  My Co-Parent is going through something that no parent should ever, EVER, have to deal with.  Her daughter has cancer.  She’s 6.

I want to scream.

I want to cry.

I want to help.

I feel helpless.

I want to hug my kids.

How do I explain to my children that their friend, their neighbor, a child, has cancer?  It’s not fair.  I shouldn’t have to do this.  Surely, God made a mistake.  It wasn’t meant for her.  It was meant for some old person, someone who is 90 and has lived a good life.  An innocent little girl?  No.

I can’t imagine what her mother is feeling.  Or her father.  Or her brother.  She’s a twin.

I’ve always has the motto, “Everything happens for a reason.”  I feel like I need to crumble up that paper it was written on and throw it in the fire.  There is no reason for this.  None.

I feel shaky.

I feel angry.

I feel sad.

Suddenly, all is NOT right with the world.  For one family, it may never be right again.

It’s time to dust off the religion and start praying.  God, I think you made a mistake with this one. 

Please… pretty please… fix it.