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It is painful for me to hear that people have no one to turn to, and feel alone in this world. Media doesn’t make it any easier, I know. But please realize you are NEVER alone. We all grieve. Someone, somewhere is going through a similar situation as you.
First and foremost, if you are reading this and we don’t talk often, or we’ve never met, or you got my blog from a friend, it doesn’t matter to me. I am here, an open book. I am always available to talk, to help, to listen, to encourage and help you on your journey. My story is unique to me, but I feel it has given me a platform to help others. I believe in the power of kindness. It drives my life. I would have no purpose if I didn’t include kindness in the way I live my life. EVERY one of us has gone through or will go through something that has rocked our world in the worst way. We all grieve, which means we need each other to lean on to persevere.
I am taking you back to one of the painful moments that I needed guidance most, when I got a call from my Dad in the spring of 2013…I was in my West Chester apartment, my college roommate came to visit me for the weekend. My Mom wasn’t feeling like herself the past few weeks. She was experiencing some pain, and did not have much of an appetite. She went to the hospital and they ran some tests, thinking her gall bladder was the issue. That couldn’t have been further from the truth. My parents found out that my Mom had a large tumor and surgery was needed. All of this happened very fast…they made the decision to have her transferred to the University of Penn. I got my Dad’s call letting me know they were transferred to Philadelphia, and to come over as soon as possible to see Mom before surgery. All of this was such a blur, yet I can still recall so many details. I haven’t explained any of this in years, since it was already 4 years ago. It feels like yesterday. I also tend to listen rather than talk about private matters; I try to be strong for family and myself. Not always a great characteristic, I know.
When I arrived to the hospital I barely recognized my Mom, as she was about to go into surgery. It is a miracle that her intestines did not burst, which would not have allowed the next 3 years we got with her. It was in that moment that I learned of the news and what we were facing. My Mom started her courageous battle against Stage IV colon cancer. I’ll never forget screaming crying while driving a little faster than I should have on the Schuylkill Expressway that evening. For one of the first times in my life, I was at a loss for words.
Let me tell you, my Mom’s spirits were unmatched to anyone I’ve known who has gone through this battle. We’re talking about my best friend, so no surprise there! So many incredibly beautiful, kind family and friends surround me. You all helped my Mom, Dad, and I get through the days. Thank you. What I struggled with most was asking WHY this happened to us. I never will truly understand, but what helped me was connecting with others who have gone through a similar path or road. It made me feel less alone. I am always grateful to those that have reached out, or continue to reach out. The comfort you have given continues to help me to this day. If you are reading this, and need that love, light, guidance please do not hesitate to reach out. No matter what facet in life you are going through, you will persevere. We all grieve. Please remember you are not alone, not for a second.