Sitting here, brain numb, hart sore, mind racing...millions of thoughts yet none at all.
My day started relatively well. Then received the bad news about one of our Little Fighters. I am beginning to hate the phrases, "palliative care" and "quality of life".
It's heartbreaking when you read on a fellow mother's facebook status. "Is there anyone out there with superpowers who can heal my child? I beg you!" I can't begin to imagine what must be going through their minds right now.
But I can tell you what is going through mine.
I have regrets. Of too little time spent with my children. Often being too busy. Shushing them when they want to tell me something, but I am "busy". Of not being the best mother I can be. Quite honestly. And I am so ashamed of it. So very ashamed. Because somewhere there is a mother wishing to have what I have, praying to have what I have. Willing to give her own life for what I have.
Healthy children.
So today, I want to beg of you all. PLEASE make it right. Do it NOW. If you are as guilty as I am, make it right. Tomorrow, we might be walking in different shoes on a journey which is already so many parent's hell.
So now I am going to pull up my big-girl broeks, blow my nose and wash my face...and spend some time with my boys.
I don't have more words today. Just please appreciate what you have, and spare a thought for all the families who would change places with you in a heartbeat, no matter how difficult and busy and complicated you might think your life is.
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