So I just found out my aunt has cancer. Stage 3. I might be hopeful and optimistic if not for the fact that I lost my mother to cancer, and this seems like the exact same scenario. It also doesn't help that this is my mother's sister, and she was the one who tried to step in and fill in for my mother after she was gone. She was the one I cried with after losing my mother, and now it looks like I will lose her in the exact same manner.
Of all my traumas, none of them could match watching my mother slowly rot and succumb to cancer after vowing to fight and beat it. Nothing in my life has ever been that profoundly devastating and soul-crushing. I'm still not over that; I will never be over that. And now I fear I am about to go through it all again.
There is no doubt now that I have to get home. But when I do, I dread what is in store for me. I know I will handle this well on the outside -- everyone will say I'm the strong one, I'm my aunt's rock. But this will kill me, especially having to watch my cousin while knowing exactly what he's going through.
Somehow I think having a baby this time around will also make it worse. Death is a lot scarier now that I have a baby, now that I have to fear this same thing will happen to him some day (cancer runs in my family).
This is a very selfish post, I know. Here I am rambling on about my feelings when my aunt is the one I should be thinking about. But it's that same sense of not being able to comfort her that terrifies me and destroys me inside. There's nothing worse than watching someone go through that kind of hell and being unable to do a damn thing to help.
Of all my traumas, none of them could match watching my mother slowly rot and succumb to cancer after vowing to fight and beat it. Nothing in my life has ever been that profoundly devastating and soul-crushing. I'm still not over that; I will never be over that. And now I fear I am about to go through it all again.
There is no doubt now that I have to get home. But when I do, I dread what is in store for me. I know I will handle this well on the outside -- everyone will say I'm the strong one, I'm my aunt's rock. But this will kill me, especially having to watch my cousin while knowing exactly what he's going through.
Somehow I think having a baby this time around will also make it worse. Death is a lot scarier now that I have a baby, now that I have to fear this same thing will happen to him some day (cancer runs in my family).
This is a very selfish post, I know. Here I am rambling on about my feelings when my aunt is the one I should be thinking about. But it's that same sense of not being able to comfort her that terrifies me and destroys me inside. There's nothing worse than watching someone go through that kind of hell and being unable to do a damn thing to help.