Satellite Beach, Florida
I was in elementary school, just a kid when it happened. Called up to the front office, my mother's friend was there to check me out. She told me my mother had just left the hospital and was home after her first treatment, she said she was really sick. She told me she was diagnosed with cancer.
She warned me my mother would look different and to be ready. She wouldn't be her usual upbeat and funny self.
She drove me home and I remember running to my moms bed the second I got the door open. I ran to her crying. I felt worthless. I couldn't do anything, couldn't help my own mother. Couldn't help her make it through this. All I wanted to do was make my mother better but I was too young. I was just a child. Thankfully there were doctors and blood donors there to help my mother make it through and I'm forever grateful for that.
Now that I'm older, I make a weekly appointment to donate platelets to help those who are going through the fight with cancer. I encourage others to do the same. So many people were there for my mother when she needed help, and now I'm happy to be there for others who need it.
