It has been almost 4 years since May 14, 2010. Since that
day my parents have faithfully been right by my side every step of the way. I simply
thought it was because they were my parents and because they loved me. Now I
have a little beauty of my own and now I know why.
Now I know why my mom wept uncontrollably in the MRI office
after seeing the scan on my brain. Now I know why my father set aside all other
tasks to research and confirm that I had the very best treatment possible. Now
I know why they flew me to San Francisco to have surgery. Now I know why they lost sleep night after
night and sobbed hours on end. Now I know why my Dad cut my much loved
strawberries with care and my mom insisted the nurses not wait to give me pain
meds. Now I know why they cried when they saw my 72 staples. Now I know why my
mom drove me to every single treatment session and my dad help me nap hours on
end at work. Now I know why they hurt so badly whenever I did. Now I understand
why my dad insists that he be to every MRI. Now I know why my treatment seemed
to hurt them so much.
Before I thought they simply loved me. Now that I have my
Adelyn the thought of “simply loving” a child is ridiculous. There is
nothing simple about the deep, unconditional, passionate love a parent has for
a child. As I sit here I picture my Addie going through what I went through and
the thought alone brings uncontrollable sobs. How could something so miserable
happen to someone I love this much? My parents love me as much as I love Addie.
I don’t know how they did it…
I love you Mom and Dad. Thank you for loving me…now I think
I understand more how much you really do.
