I know the title is long, but I tried to shorten it. Well, I didn’t try at all, but I thought about it for a quick second. However, this blog post will be short and to the point.
How I handle the C word
No mother wants to be told that her child has cancer. Two weeks before my son’s 11th birthday back in June, I learned that what was thought to be a bruise on his leg from falling while running was actually a mass. A tumor. Osteosarcoma. So just how in the hell am I supposed to handle the fact (according to biopsy report) that my child has bone cancer? That my child has to undergo intense chemotherapy-surgery-chemotherapy treatment over the next few months? Each chemo admission ranges 2-5 days in the hospital. On top of all that, my son is already special needs. He has a rare condition called Tuberous Sclerosis Complex (TSC) and a multitude of other health issues.
My son and I don’t like saying the word cancer, so we say C word instead. He also says tumor while I say osteo. Sometimes we don’t say anything at all. So how am I handling it? Let’s just say that I’m handling it, that I’ve come a long way since being told the heartbreaking news.
How I plan to handle the B Word
I should have typed word in plural form because this section actually consists of two B words.
The first word is book. I wrote my first book, Leaving the Hidden Path: Guidance for Women with Young Kids Considering Divorce. My original plan was to launch it on August 15th which will be 1 year since my divorce. All hell broke loose when I learned of my son’s life threatening illness, so I had to put my writing aside for a minute. I am now making plans to release the book in September.
Now for the second B word. Let’s see if you can guess the word by looking at the gorgeous lady in the picture below.
Okay, so the gorgeous lady is me. I am very self-confident so I will always call myself beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, and sexy. I was having a bad day last year so I called one of my best friends and burst out crying as soon as he answered the phone. After telling him what was going on, he suggested I get a Bad Bitch shirt made. Bad bitch? I rarely say bad words but it sound like a good idea, so I went to the mall and had the shirt made. Some people like to mistake a person’s kindness for weakness. Sometimes you overlook it, but when you don’t, well that’s when you become a bitch. So I had to learn how to become a bad bitch. Don’t worry, I’m only one when necessary, lol.
My book’s target audience is women with minor children considering divorce, and it contains examples from my personal life. That’s where the bitch part comes to play. I am already anticipating being called that and plenty of other things when I release the book. But hey, I helped myself out of a situation, and now I want to help other women who may be in the same boat. Getting called a bitch, or bad bitch, is okay. It is not the first time I’ve been called one, and I guarantee you it won’t be the last.
How I will never handle the S word
Maintaining my sanity is a bit tricky. A special needs child newly diagnosed with osteosarcoma (bone cancer) in addition to a long list of other health concerns. A book about divorce that I plan to launch in September. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that a fundraiser is being planned by my ex-husband’s co-workers for our son for next month. I am still releasing my book next month. Chaos, chaos, chaos.
The average mom wouldn’t even be able to handle half of what I have been through, and still going through. But will I ever handle the S word, or my sanity though? I have no idea. Some might call me crazy, others will call me supermom or superwoman. Only time will tell. But right now, time is telling me to be that bad bitch!
Oops! I said this blog post would be short didn’t I? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this random post as much as I enjoyed typing it. I just wanted to blow off some steam.