Good evening.
Sorry I haven't posted for so long; we have been very busy getting the house all cleaned. I honor of September being Childhood Cancer Awareness Month, I will re-post a 'poem' that I read a few years ago. It is VERY true, as any cancer mom (or dad) will tell you. It brings back many memories for me as I have been there! Here goes:
Cancer Moms I belong to a special group of women My friends and I have an amazing bond. We never wanted to be in this group, Yet we are in it, for life. Maybe we have met, maybe we haven’t, Yet our love for each other is boundless. We know the pain the other one feels, And we share our victories small or huge. Words like chemo, IV, Zofran , bald heads Are always parts of our conversations, As well as roidrage, tears, and meltdowns We always know where the closest puke bucket is, We can hold it in one hand and if necessary, Swallow the sandwich the other hand was holding. We can drive to the hospital , Park in the dark parking garage Make our way thru the halls of the hospital And to the appropriate floor, Settle in a room, turn the TV on, Give instructions to the head nurse, Silence loud beeping IV pumps,
Direct a wagon AND an IV pole To the playroom without hitting anything. Make our way back to the correct room. And all this, mind you, With our eyes closed, at any given time.
We know how to draw blood from lines Sticking out of little kids chests.
We can hold them down with one hand, While a nasogastric tube is inserted in their little nose,
And be on the phone with their dads at the same time. We can live for days on hospital food, And on maybe only one meal a day . We know the names of up to 20 different drugs, Their purpose, dosage and time to be taken. We are always on call, 24 hours a day , Seven days a week. We are used to not always looking our best, Hard to do with only a few hours of sleep. Make up , hair styling, skirts are words of the past . We have become addicted to texting , hospital, clinic, home, wherever… We talk sometimes at all hours of the night , We know we can count on someone to be up.
Then for one of us, the world stops .
She has to walk away, broken.
This job is over .
The job is over, but the fight is on. Remember, I said we were in this forever.
We are friends, sisters, temporary nurses, We are each others rock, each others punching bag, We listen, we vent, we cry, we laugh together . We share our lives and our deaths We share our pain and our victories. We are strong, but not by choice , Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, But never are we defeated. We are not nurses. We are not doctors. We are cancer moms.....
I do not know who wrote that, so I don't know who to give the credit to, sorry. But I know any one of my fellow cancer moms could have written it. We live a life NONE of us want or planned. We know WAY too much about the 'medical field' without the formal training, we had to learn it the hard way. Please help raise awareness for Childhood Cancer. Please remember to pray for all my fellow cancer moms (and dads).
Thank you for checking in. Have a good night. God bless you all.
Kristi and the Koury Klan
Cancer Moms I belong to a special group of women My friends and I have an amazing bond. We never wanted to be in this group, Yet we are in it, for life. Maybe we have met, maybe we haven’t, Yet our love for each other is boundless. We know the pain the other one feels, And we share our victories small or huge. Words like chemo, IV, Zofran , bald heads Are always parts of our conversations, As well as roidrage, tears, and meltdowns We always know where the closest puke bucket is, We can hold it in one hand and if necessary, Swallow the sandwich the other hand was holding. We can drive to the hospital , Park in the dark parking garage Make our way thru the halls of the hospital And to the appropriate floor, Settle in a room, turn the TV on, Give instructions to the head nurse, Silence loud beeping IV pumps,
Direct a wagon AND an IV pole To the playroom without hitting anything. Make our way back to the correct room. And all this, mind you, With our eyes closed, at any given time.
We know how to draw blood from lines Sticking out of little kids chests.
We can hold them down with one hand, While a nasogastric tube is inserted in their little nose,
And be on the phone with their dads at the same time. We can live for days on hospital food, And on maybe only one meal a day . We know the names of up to 20 different drugs, Their purpose, dosage and time to be taken. We are always on call, 24 hours a day , Seven days a week. We are used to not always looking our best, Hard to do with only a few hours of sleep. Make up , hair styling, skirts are words of the past . We have become addicted to texting , hospital, clinic, home, wherever… We talk sometimes at all hours of the night , We know we can count on someone to be up.
Then for one of us, the world stops .
She has to walk away, broken.
This job is over .
The job is over, but the fight is on. Remember, I said we were in this forever.
We are friends, sisters, temporary nurses, We are each others rock, each others punching bag, We listen, we vent, we cry, we laugh together . We share our lives and our deaths We share our pain and our victories. We are strong, but not by choice , Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, But never are we defeated. We are not nurses. We are not doctors. We are cancer moms.....
I do not know who wrote that, so I don't know who to give the credit to, sorry. But I know any one of my fellow cancer moms could have written it. We live a life NONE of us want or planned. We know WAY too much about the 'medical field' without the formal training, we had to learn it the hard way. Please help raise awareness for Childhood Cancer. Please remember to pray for all my fellow cancer moms (and dads).
Thank you for checking in. Have a good night. God bless you all.
Kristi and the Koury Klan
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