August Eleventh

What is one moment that changed your life’s path?


The moment that really stands out to me as changing my life’s path is the day that we found out my mom had breast cancer. It’s a devastating thing that no one ever wants to and never thinks that they will hear. When it does, it turns your world upside down. I remember coming home like any other night and my mom saying “I need to tell you something.” This was unusual for her so I was, of course, concerned. I sat my things down and sat on the loveseat, she was on the couch. She said, “my mammogram was abnormal so I had to go to have a biopsy done today.” My heart sank. My mom, being my mom, replied with “I’m sure it’s nothing.” She had never been one to rush us to the emergency room for a sore throat(which we all appreciate). So I tried to trust her and hold back the tears as she showed me the big black and blue spot on her chest where they did the biopsy. I knew as soon as I hit the stairs and no one could see me, I would lose it. Sure enough, I let go of our ten minute hug and grabbed my things as I fought the first tear. I ran upstairs and cried myself to sleep that night. I went to work the next day and told my coworkers what had happened to which most replied “I’m sure it’s nothing” or “I’m sure she’s fine”. It was fine when my mom said it but I don’t like when people tell me that when I’ve just found out something is or could be wrong. I understand that they’re trying to be nice but it drives me nuts! We all spent the next week, I believe, worrying and trying to be there for my mom. I remember she went to her appointment (still not sure why she went alone and kick myself for it everyday) and sent out a group text afterwards telling us that it was cancer. I was devastated and turned my chair around and said “it is cancer” before immediately darting to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, and bawling my eyes out quietly. No one from work ever came to comfort me. I don’t know if they didn’t know what to say or what but that’s always bothered me. I needed someone right then more than ever and felt like I had no one. On my lunch break that day, I went to my sisters where my mom, sisters, and niece were. All fighting back tears, we just talked and planned. The hospital that my mom was going to was really trying to get her to do only a lumpectomy. My mom really wanted to do a double mastectomy and make sure it was as gone as it could be. They really kept pushing her to do the lumpectomy and they were being very drawn out about getting everything started. My mom decided to switch doctors and I can’t say enough about her group of doctors at UT. They were impeccable and I don’t have a bad thing to say. There were fifteen people at my mom’s surgery all with her shirts on. To make this story a smidge shorter, my mom is a year and a half in remission and thriving. She’s my hero and the most amazing person I’ve ever met.

August Fourth

Write a memory from more than ten years ago.

What perfect timing. August fourth is my Papaw Mac’s birthday. So I thought, what a better story to tell? I grew up living a football field away from my grandparents. What kid doesn’t want that? I loved it! They would always keep Popsicles in their freezers. In the refrigerator/freezer upstairs and in the deep freezer in the basement. I was only four at the time so my mom would walk there with me to get a popsicle every now and then and we usually went down to the basement because we knew it was always stocked! This particular day, for some reason, we went to the kitchen to get one. As soon as we got back out to our house, we saw an ambulance pull to the basement of their house. My dad immediately threw his shoes on and ran. I remember standing on the porch eating my popsicle and I had my arm wrapped around the wooden pole of the porch. That’s all I remember besides seeing my dad run for the first (and only) time. I think I only remember those few parts because while I was so young, this was traumatic. My dad apparently beat the ambulance to the hospital that day. And that doesn’t surprise me. My mamaw had hollered down to my papaw who was in the basement fixing the water heater and never got an answer.. When she went down to see what was wrong, he was in the floor. He died from a heart attack that day. June 12, 2000 . A memory from over 10 years ago that I’ll never forget. But I’m very thankful that I didn’t go down to that basement that day.