In 1966 I remember there was a musical that was called this and the reason I remember is because I was newly married, had one child, was pregnant with another and we were moving from the middle of Canada to the West Coast again.That is exactly what I felt like at that time!
Help, I would yell to whoever would listen (not, of course to anyone who could help me) but just to whoever it was out there who was controlling the world I was spinning on.But, twenty-four hours would pass and then another and then another ... you get the picture, and I was still whirling, like everyone else.
I am now much older (definitely not a lot wiser) but I feel like yelling out loud again, these exact same words. I have been through a very busy life, mostly with ups, a few downs, two bouts with the big C that I have, so far managed to keep at bay. Then, along comes life and socks me a worse slap than I have ever had.
My daughter, my beautiful daughter who is not even 40 yet has been diagnosed with breast cancer. What do I do about it? Run around, offering child care, cookies and hugs to everyone and being a strong Mom, the one who is getting very hard of hearing and so misses so much of the explanations and the spoken plans. Deaf I may be, but I think it allows me more opportunity to feel all the emotion that underlies the quiet strength that my daughter has. I admire the mother in her who loves her 5 and 2 year old with such fierceness but she is still my little girl, my shy, funny, affectionate child, the answer to my dream to produce a daughter, after having 2 wonderful sons. The girl who would stand up for her friends with no fear for her own safety, the young woman who has such a talent for design and writing.
I am in this fight with her, all the way. I will give my heart and soul to cure her of this absolutely dispicable thing that has her in its clutches. I did it, and I'm not even wonderful like she is!
Even now, as she takes on the armaments of her own personal battle, I am in awe of her bravery. I also know how scary the new world she is facing can be. I love her with everything I can give her and more.
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You have done an amazing job of raising a beautiful, strong, brave and caring daughter. Like mother like daughter. That didn't become a saying for nothing. You are blessed to have each other and i an blessed to have you both in my "Stop the World, I Wanna Get Off" life. Love you guys Susan
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