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"But, Mom, that's not very long!"

11/16/2015

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Not only does my son wear his heart on his sleeve, he currently has a heart on his face as his summer tan is fading.
Last week, my 14-year-old son and I had a conversation about death and dying.  A friend of his lost his dad two years ago and his friend never talks about his dad.  I mentioned to Michael that I hoped he would talk about me after I died ... that it might be helpful for him to do so.  (We have been open with our children about my diagnosis from the beginning.)

"Mom, I don't want you to die."

"I don't want to die, either.  However, we both know that the breast cancer can't be cured.  I hope I live a lot longer, but we just don't know.  Right now, I'm hoping to live long enough to see you graduate from high school in 2020 and see you get started into college."

"But, Mom!  That's not very long!"

The horror in his eyes was just that ... horrifying.  He doesn't think about cancer much and because I live a highly functional life, it's really not at the forefront of his daily life.  When confronted with the reality of the disease, though, it rattles him down to the soul of his being.

"I know, Michael, I know.  We really don't have any control over it, though.  All I can do is continue to pray and to continue to follow the treatment recommendations.  You know I do a lot of reading and I keep up with everything that is happening in cancer land."

Michael was fixated on the time frame I gave him.  "But, Mom!  That's not very long!  I mean, I'm graduating from high school tomorrow!  You need to live longer than that!"

I kept my voice quiet and calm and agreed with him.  I told him that this was merely a preliminary goal ... and that once that goal was met, I'd set new goals.

I didn't expect this conversation that morning when we got into the car to go to school.  The bulk of it happened while we were parked beside the gate near the track and field.  Michael got out of the car with a tear in his eye.  He looked me straight on and said, "That's not very long."

I watched him as he walked towards his classroom, hands shoved into his pockets, most likely muttering to himself, "That's not very long."  While man sized at nearly 5'11" tall, he is still maturing and at that moment, he was quite my little boy who used to grab my pinky finger and say, "Mommy, help me!"

I placed my head against the steering wheel and I cried.
6 Comments
lisa
11/16/2015 12:08:32 pm

Just heartbreaking. My daughter is 19, and no way is she ready for this MBC to take me, but there is no choice.

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Karen Little
11/16/2015 12:49:32 pm

Vickie, I wish I could give you a long, long hug. As a mother, this breaks my heart. But know that God can do great things in Michael as he learns dependence on the Father. And may God hold you in the embrace that is so much better than the one I can't give.

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Elizabeth J.
11/16/2015 09:54:14 pm

My children are young adults, and they are not anywhere near ready to lose me. It has to be even harder for a teenager.
I was only 14 when I lost my grandmother to cancer.

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Jen Campisano link
11/21/2015 07:58:41 am

And now I'm crying with you at my breakfast table, while my 4-year-old watches Alvin & the Chipmunks in the next room. I hope we both get to see our boys graduate from high school, and then some. Big hugs to you.

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Eileen@womaninthehat link
11/21/2015 08:23:31 am

Vickie, I'm so very sorry. What a grievous thing to need to have that conversation with your child. I'm just so sorry... xo

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Carrie link
11/22/2015 06:33:34 pm

This stabbed right at my heart. My son will be 3 next month and I struggle to find an age appropriate way to let him know what I am going through. I've also imagined over and over again in my mind similar conversations to the one you had with your son. It breaks my heart. I know he is 5'11 but he's still very much your baby. What a sweet boy he is.

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