We all have a story that weaves its way into our lives. Nobody wants it there.
My sister K-Kay recently was diagnosed with breast cancer. The most kind-hearted, passionate, funny, loving, hard-working Mother of two has been slapped in the face with this disease. It was sudden.
K-Kay had a lumpectomy, then they found cancer in the other breast. Now K-Kay has to endure weeks of chemotherapy along with radiation. K-Kay doesn't live in Way Down In Mayberry. In fact, K-Kay lives nowhere near me. K-Kay has requested that I not visit until May. Despite her impending nausea and her once long hair falling out and all that comes with chemo, she is aware that I am only able to visit for a week. May is when her son, my nephew, graduates from High School.
She doesn't want to take the glory away from her son's achievement. She doesn't want everyone rushing down to take care of her if no one will be there in May for her son.
Have I mentioned that K-Kay is selfless?
And because I will honor K-Kay's request, I feel helpless. What can I do from here?
1. Sign up for "Sister Study". No other cancer research is of this magnitude. I will be studied for the next ten years. Blood tests, dust samples from my home and piles and piles of paperwork. Scientists are trying to find links from genetics to environment. Every sister counts.
2. Donate my long hair to "Locks of Love". An organization that makes human hair wigs for kids with cancer.
3. Shave the rest of my hair off. Every question from a curious person will start more conversations about the disease. More stories. More weaving.
I love you sis!