It was an odd mom moment. I was in the kitchen when Zach walked in to find me crying. He came over and put his arm around me and just waited. I could hear Erin tell Kevin that I was crying. Then there were four of us in the kitchen. Mom in the center crying, kids comforting. Odd.
After I had crawled into bed, Zach came down and taped a note to my door. This is what it said:
a Only 3.4% of women diagnosed die from it each year
a Most common cancer = easiest to treat
a Where only part of the thyroid is removed, no further treatment is necessary
a 95% cure rate
a More drugs have been made to cure thyroid cancer
a Even if the cancer has metastasised it is easy to cure
a Just some encouraging facts to help deal in a rough time.
I'm not even sure what the point of this post is. Maybe to express what a humbling and grace-filled moment it is when your child gets to a place where they reach out to you in what you hope have been ways you have reached out to them.
Maybe it's that we've all been in those awkward places where we just are not sure what to say. Was it awkward for my son to see me cry? Possibly. But Zach lent a word that gave some hope. We could all take a lesson from Zach and be encouraged to say something in those times...if even to tape it on a door. Last night I said little (in sticky note terms, one sticky notes worth) and hoped it felt like an arm around her shoulder. Thanks Zach.
And friend, did you see that note up there? We've got this. I will be there soon.