When someone you know gets sick you have hopes they will get better. I mean really sick. You just take for granted that people will get better from a cold or flu. Although, perhaps this flu season will change some perceptions around that. But what I am particularly talking about is when someone you know gets really sick. Let’s say cancer.
A friend of mine got really sick. She got cancer while pregnant. She got cancer that appeared to be inoperable. Then it spread. Then it spread even more. Then she stopped chemotherapy. Now, its about providing comfort during her remaining days. At each point there was voiced hope and then all got quiet.
My son knows her and knows she was sick. But I never shared the “C” word with him. I never mentioned the “D” word.
Then he overheard me today. I was on a phone call discussing her upcoming funeral arrangements. He looked up from his iPad. His eyes widened. He heard me note she may die soon. He asked me “die?” My heart sunk. I explained that she got sicker and that her time on earth was coming to an end. His eyes widened even more and then he asked about her son who is his friend. How do you tell your son that another boy was no longer going to have his mommy around?
My heart just aches and I feel weighed down.
Wish I could do more. Wish I could do more.