Battle Cry

Recently a friend of my family was diagnosed with cancer. I can not even begin to describe how close to home this has hit. My thoughts have turned time and time again to those first days following the diagnoses of my mothers cancer. I still cry when I think about the emotional turmoil I went through. The care free life I lived came to a screeching halt. Many may not understanding why this had such an impact on my life. I was not the victim of the cancer. But I was a victim of it. I watched my mothers health fade and her hair fall out. I watched the other members of my family scramble to find a way to cope with a world spinning out of control. I tried to keep up with the damage of the storm and many days fell short. This all was happening when I was supposed to be gaining my independence and making my way out in to the world. Instead I was fighting for the most important thing in my life. My family. This fight has been going on for four years. The doctors have used the word remission and the tests come back clear. Now the battle is getting back to sense of normalcy within our family and healing the wounds that were inflicted. None of us came out unscathed. Although that time in my life was very dark and hard I would never wish it away. No single event in my life has transformed me more. I am who I am because of it. As I sit here being the overly emotional pregnant woman I am so thankful to my Heavenly Father for giving me the opportunity to face that trial and receive the lessons and blessings that came with it. I pray for that family that they will be able to have angels with them and be strengthened enough to fight the long battle ahead no matter the outcome. May they find solace and comfort in the everlasting atonement.