Thursday, October 14, 2010 » The day my mom lied to my face was the same day she told me she had breast cancer.
Some time last October my mom called me, asking if we could get lunch on a Saturday when she was to see her friend in Wabash. She could drive down to Marion and hit Wabash on the way back to Fort Wayne. I said yes, excited to see my mom and get away from campus for a few hours.
We ate lunch and talked about school and the newspaper over some fine cuisine (Pizza Hut). After my mom paid the bill we went out to the car, but my mom just sat there. She didn’t put on her seatbelt, and she didn’t turn the key.
“I didn’t come just to get lunch with you,” she said.
My stomach drops.
“I had surgery a few weeks ago. The doctor found some pre-cancer cells in my breast, so I went in to get them removed,” she said.
I smiled, relieved.
“But more cells showed up, so I’m going to have to have more surgery,” she said.
I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. Somehow I’m able to keep calm and listen to what my mom had to say. She continued to tell me how she was going to have more surgery to make sure the cancer is completely removed. That way she could have a nearly a 99.9 percent chance of never getting cancer again.
She had always been worried about getting breast cancer, since her mom died from it in the late 1980s. Now she doesn’t have to worry.
I asked my mom if I could give her directions to Wabash from campus, to make sure she gets to her friend’s OK. She gave me a sad smile and told me that she wasn’t really going to meet her friend; she just needed an excuse to get lunch with me.
And for some reason that made me more upset than anything.
I never once thought my mom would die. I never thought she’d lose her hair or go through months of chemotherapy or radiation. (And thank God, she hasn’t.) I’ve always had a peace about the whole situation. Maybe that’s my naive heart just hoping for the best, or maybe it’s the Holy Spirit. I’ve had to convince myself it’s the latter.
After one of her surgeries, I remember feeling guilty for not stressing over my mom’s health as much as I was with school work. I prayed for her and checked up on her, but didn’t fret to the same degree as I had my Sentence Strategies homework. I think sometimes it’s easier to trust God with the big things like cancer than it is to trust him with the smaller things like GPA.
It’s easier when something is completely out of your control to give up that control. I can’t stop cancer cells from multiplying, but God can. As Bible-school as that sounds, God has the ability to destroy illness in an instant — I don’t.
But when it comes to things you can for the most part control, it’s easy to take over. It’s easy to say screw it, and freak out about class projects, relationship drama and whatever else that in the grand scheme of things doesn’t matter.
Though you may not have to deal with cancer or illness, but may have friends and family members going through a traumatic experience — have peace. God knows what he’s doing.