If you follow me on Twitter, then you're aware of the ridiculous comment that I received on the post I had written about being a big, fat 1950's Housewife Fail. If you've commented on I Love You More Than Carrots before then you know that I've enabled comment moderation. Therefore, I have to approve and publish every comment that comes across my blog. Being that the comment was so absolutely ridiculous, I went ahead and published it shortly after I received the email. You know, right after a few explatives and some other not-so-nice words escaped my mouth.
Long story short, someone who is incredibly unfamiliar with not only my writing, but also the players of I Love You More Than Carrots (myself, The Husband, Carter and Sullivan), tried to call me out saying that I "stole" the thoughts that I had written on that post because I had "left the name of the original writer's son in #4." The name she was referring to, of course, was "Sullivan." You know Sullivan. My dog. She also said something about my "incessant bragging of Carter," which hey, if that's what you think about my blog, so be it. He's cute and he's awesome and I think he's thegreatestbabyinthenetireworld. But I'm supposed to think these things because I am, in fact, his mother.
So in the end, the laugh was on her as we all know that I always give credit where credit is due and the writing of I Love You More Than Carrots is purely my own happenstance meanderings.
What I really wanted to write about today was the email that I received literally within 2 minutes of opening The Mean Comment. The email was from a sweet Mama, "JS," who stumbled across my blog and took to reading it while receiving platelets in an outpatient chemotherapy clinic. Platelets for the blood count recovery she needed after finishing her final round of consolidation chemo.
The consolidation chemo she was receiving for the Acute Myelogenous Leukemia that she was diagnosed with when her sweet baby was just 10 weeks old.
And just like that, in that instant, I realized something. Who the hell cares if you think I'm bragging or you don't like my blog. There are far too many other things to worry about in this life, to put that energy toward. There are strangers to connect with, stories to tell and prayers to be prayed.
Reading JS's email practically knocked the wind out of me and as it did, the memories and emotions of caring for so many of my patients who were mothers came washing over me. Words can't explain the admiration I have for these women and their unwavering strength. Their perseverance. Their willingness to do whatever necessary in the face of a life-changing diagnosis. That not only are they battling this illness for themselves, but they are doing whatever it takes to kick Cancer's Ass for their children and their families. Once again, as typical mothers will do, they are putting others needs before their own.
In the email, JS included the link to her CaringBridge site. For those of you who are unfamilair with the CaringBridge organization, basically it's a free web service provided to families who are undergoing significant health challenges. It is a resource that helps families and friends stay connected and up-to-date with doctor's appointments, hospital stays, pictures, etc. Kind of like an online journal.
So, I read through months of JS's CaringBride site. I cried when she cried, I laughed when she laughed and throughout it all, I could feel myself praying for her, silently talking to God in between paragraphs and treatment rounds. During the nights she would Skype with her kids from her hospital room.
JS, you frickin' rock, Mama. I know you don't need me to tell you that, but I just had to say it. I am so in awe of you and wish nothing but stable white blood cell counts, a successful Consolidation round and that you reach that Five Year Goal. You're right. It's a shame Oprah is headed off-air, because you totally deserve a spot on her show!
Don't ever lose that sense of humor you have, as it will carry you through, as I am certain you already know. Hug those babies tight and thank you so much for your email. It was just what I needed. A swift kick in the ass to remind me that life is unpredictable. Don't waste your time on negativity. And just like that beautiful sign you have, "Live For Today."
Happy Friday, Loyals. Have a fabulous weekend. And if you have a chance, any of you prayer warriors out there, squeeze in an extra prayer for JS and her family couldya? Thanks a million.