My son is 10, turning 11 next month. In November, he will be a six year cancer survivor. This is huge for him. When J. was 2, he was diagnosed with meningococcal septacaemia (2006). He overcame this horrible debilitating disease (gradually!) and was then diagnosed a year later (2007), with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. He went into remission, the next year (2008) but couldnt finish his chemo treatment because he fell ill with meneingitis. Twice. Later the same year he relapsed with leukemia, and had a Stem Cell Transplant. He finally got to go home for good in April of 2009. He has ongoing health issues, but is okay, considering.
I just want to ask… When do I stop worrying about every little bruise? Every headache and neck pain? When do I stop smothering him with so much love and affection, that I think I may be doing more harm than good? It has been nearly six years, since that life-changing transplant but I can still see it like it was yesterday. I remember every minute, every second of my sons life with these dreaded diseases, and find it so damn hard to put it onto the past.
Posted by Missie, 1st September 2014