Sleepovers, Not Just For 8 Year Olds Anymore

AnissaMayhew — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 12:36:34 -0500

I had my awesome, fantastic, outstanding, rocking good beach getaway with friends this weekend.

We always invite too many, then are disappointed because some can’t
make it and it ends up being JUST the right amount of friends.

Being one who is fairly chatty and talkative…SHUT IT! I can hear you
laughing!….I have never really had a hard time making casual friends.
I can small talk and chat it up with almost anyone. But FRIENDS. Real
friends. Those friends that you feel like you can call at 3 AM and cry
and wail and share vulnerabilities are fewer and farther between.

I have a handful of really amazing friends that I dragged with me
into this cancer world we became a part of. Friends that I know will
always hold a piece of my heart, the friends that you don’t have to
speak to every day, yet you know the moment you talk, it’ll be as if
time slipped away and you were never parted.

When Peyton was diagnosed I lost friends. It was generally a
lessening of contact, until it became glaringly obvious that they
didn’t want my phone calls or emails or to have to hear ONE MORE TIME
how overwhelmed I was. I generously give the excuse that perhaps it
was just too much for them, they didn’t know what to say and I had to
forgive them for not being able to cope emotionally with the burden we
had no choice of taking on. Because you know what? It made me angry!
I was seriously irked that these people who called themselves my
friends couldn’t stand by my family and me at our time of greatest
need. It was easy to be angry with them, they were a wonderfully
convenient outlet.

Now, months out from that time, it still hurts that those people chose to exclude themselves from our lives.

But God provided the most incredible flood of people into our
lives. People who lived in the periphery of our lives stepped up and
loved us. People who were already friends became family. Strangers
embraced us and were strangers no more. We were blessed, we continue to
be blessed every day, by these people who didn’t turn away from the
turmoil that our lives became.

I could name names and turn this post into a book about the ways
people have changed us through their kindness, love and faith. But
this post is about my “cancer mom friends”.

Yeah. That’s a great name, isn’t it? The cancer moms. Our club.
It’s an exclusive club that no one wants to join. We have a handshake
and cookies. It’s the crappiest club I’ve ever been a part of…and I
was a member of Key Club AND FBLA.

Although I NEVER conceived that I would be thankful for a group of
people with kids who have cancer, moms who spoke of their children in
past tense, the tears and pain that would bind us together….I am.

Never to diminish the love and support and encouragement of my
friends and family, because without them I would crumble, but there is
nothing that compares to another person who GETS it. IT is wordless
and indefinable. It’s the sharing of a look, a nod of the head, a hug
that wraps you in the knowledge that there is understanding here.

My cancer mom friends understand what I can’t explain to someone who hasn’t been there.

When I say things like, “It just felt…so…so…I don’t know.” They know what that is.

I can try to tell someone what it is to have a child with cancer,
what that life feels like. I try hard to tell all of you, because I
want you to know. Yet, I know it’s always a failure. It is impossible.

Tell someone who hasn’t had a child what labor is really like.

Make someone understand what you feel when you fall in love.

That’s how hard it is to define what it is to have a child diagnosed with cancer.

An explanation would require every word ever created in every language ever discovered and it would still be lacking.

So I hope that helps you understand what it means to me, in the
deepest part of my heart, to have a circle of friends who understand my
trademark brand of crazy. Who chose to love me and be my friend at a
time when I wasn’t loveable.

We ate. We talked. We laughed. Oh, did we laugh! We stayed up too late. We played poker badly. We played Apples to Apples
(which is a fabulous game, go get it NOW and wait for the post, because
it deserves one all its own). We talked about our kids, school,
husbands, work, plans, hopes, and dreams. We drank everything that wasn’t nailed down a lot. There was chocolate. It was perfect.

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