This last Friday, January 31 it was cancer night for basketball against Niwot. This was a big deal and a date that I had circled since mid November when the news of my Mom’s cancer was broken. Her surgery being Monday the 13th, tomorrow marks the three week mark of her recovery.
The numbness is fully gone and the feeling is pins and needles constantly. All I can do is just try and picture what that feels like, and all that comes to mind is your foot falling asleep. The feeling of a foot falling asleep and walking on it feels like pins and needles except her’s is all over her chest and the arm where they took the lymph node.
With that feeling at all times it just shows how tough she is mentally and physically to show up when no one expected her to be there she still showed up t0 the game. That night meant so much to me and my family my sister was there and my mom’s closest friend not to watch me but to be there with her and honor her. Unfortunately, my brothers are stationed elsewhere so they weren’t able to make it but I know they would have been there if they could.
The school and community has done so much for me and my family as she has gone through this and I am so happy she was able to be there that night. For the first game of my life it wasn’t about basketball, it was about her and it helped me understand that I get the chance to play a kid’s game and enjoy it because there are people that are battling so much more.
Handing my mom those flowers at center court and giving her a hug I had to hold everything back to not break a tear because for her to stand there two and a half weeks after her surgery and stand there with a smile meant so much more than the basketball game that was about to be played.
