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Unit 1 Essay
Marlan Smith
9/24/2019
Revision: 12/11/2019
During the spring semester of my freshman year of college, my mom was diagnosed with
breast cancer. When that call came in I was sitting in my dorm room with a couple friends
studying for a test. We often get so comfortable in our own reality, but forget that tomorrow
A normal weekend going home to visit my parents would usually mean I got home on
Friday night around dinner time. On Fridays my family always watches a movie and eats copious
amounts of popcorn, and the younger kids usually fall asleep in the living room. Then we all
wake up Saturday morning and start working. Living on a farm means 7:30 AM counts as
sleeping in extremely late. Some of us would clean the house, and the rest of the family would
take care of the animals, yard, fix fence, etc. I always grew up doing outside work with my dad
because I was the oldest and able to do the farm chores and drive the tractor. Sundays were a day
we always use as a rest day. We’d go to church as a family, come home and eat leftovers for
lunch, most of us would take naps, then we’d make something really good for dinner. Mom was
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always so good at making home cooked meals every night, except sometimes I would cook on
weeknights. On Sundays, dad always made dinner. It usually was something creative and
different. Needless to say, dad’s creative and different cooking escapades weren’t as welcome
Soon after my mom’s diagnosis, what I considered to be “normal” began to look very
different. Priorities were different, there were outward signs of the disease in her body, the house
looked different. Everyone was settling in to this “new normal” as much as possible. Before the
words breast cancer became a significant part of our reality, my mom was awake everyday at
5:00 AM, she would read, workout, and go on with the day. The specific type of cancer she has
is called Metastatic Invasive Lobular Carcinoma. The most common risk factors include things
like; heavy drinking, smoking, obesity, living a sedentary lifestyle, and so on. Clearly, she did
not fit the bill. Now, I would come home on a Friday night to find mom asleep on the couch,
with a gray and white sherpa blanket. My mom also used to have gorgeous thick brown hair.
Now my mom lays on the couch with no hair. No eyebrows. No eyelashes. Chances are we are
lucky if she was able to eat four bites of dinner. She now lived in pajamas, not jeans and a t-shirt
The house was unusually quiet. Usually my parent’s home is full of noise from kids
laughing, people walking around, popcorn popping, and the occasional arguing because siblings
do what siblings do, right? There is no noise from my younger brother attempting to play
football in the living room only to have mom catch him before he almost breaks another lamp.
Instead, they were doing things like reading quietly on the couch across the room from mom.
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Usually I would come home from my college dorm smiling, laughing, and happy to see
everyone. Now my dad and three younger siblings faces are stoic and it looks as if everyone is
holding back their tears constantly. On the kitchen counter, there were pills, lots of vitamins, and
so many things that hadn’t been in the past. There were anti nausea and headache pills to
counteract the gnarly effects of chemotherapy. Looking back I know being present is what
mattered most, but being present in a reality so different from “normal” was a gut wrenching
feat.
My mom was always a servant at heart. She was always giving, volunteering, and being
present. Now, she had to learn to say no and to step away from the endless number of things she
was the leader of despite being what some would refer to as, “just a stay at home mom”. We
grew up going to a little tiny church in the next farm town away, and to say the least the choir
was pitiful. There was a sweet little old lady who always played the piano, and no one to carry
the tune. Who is the first to volunteer always? My mom. Another thing I always remember her
doing is at my little school she would volunteer to help cook hot lunch and coach sports teams.
When your school is so small your graduating class has a total of six, you know volunteer means
volunteer, there was no pay involved. It was hard for us all to see her active, volunteering spirit
On Saturdays before cancer came and hit our family like a freight train, my siblings
would race to get their chores done so they could have friends over, go to sleepovers, or
whatever they wanted. Sometimes we would have friends or extended family over for dinner.
Not so much anymore, we were so blessed that people took such great care of us but during the
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hellacious months of chemotherapy, radiation, a round of sepsis, and a few day hospitalization,
people would drop dinners off and leave. Our home got to be lonely at times. Nobody wanted to
intrude, or bring germs around that could make mom more sick. Usually we would go to friend’s
One reality can become another in the blink of an eye. After the first dose of
chemotherapy was given just a short week after we got the news, weekends were never the same.
The house that used to be full of laughter and people was now filled with medications and
uncomfortable silence. If cancer taught me one thing, I’d say go be present with your family
now. Ditch your smartphones at the dinner table and learn to just be present. I remember so
many people saying “make memories with her”, or “take this time to just be present”. Honestly,
once cancer treatment starts, it is too late for quality time to always be enjoyed. We can choose
to live everyday like it may be our last, or we may live a future of regret.
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