Chemo

In science (which I strangely love) Photo means light, and Chemo, means dark. And also, ography, means the study of light. So, photography means, the study of light. And therapy means to try to heal someone.

So chemotherapy is an attempt to heal someone, with darkness. Dark, sounds kind of scary. With all the memories of when you were younger, and monsters lived in the dark. Chemotherapy has the same fear as it did when your young, a monster living the the dark, only instead of saying “Boo” it says “Cancer”

You probably know that October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. (And if you didn’t, where have you been in the past month?) I know a couple people that have meet breast cancer, one has fought and won the battle, and the other currently fighting it.

The women that has won the battle is one of my best friends, and she’s near her 90’s. She goes to church with me, her name is Nancy. Chemotherapy makes you loose your hair, and all of your hair falls off. (Well, look at the bright side, you don’t have to shave!) Nancy never really grew her hair back, just a few hairs on her head, so she usually wears hats.

And the other women, who is currently fighting the battle, is one of my friend’s mothers. I met her, and my friend at Annual Conference, and didn’t really interact with her. This strong women is currently a pasture, so my friend is a PK (Pastor’s Kid) as many of the other pages were. I remember sitting at lunch, with all of the other pages, and then my friend said, “If you see a bald later, can you tell me?” and some of them laughed, and was like, “Bald?” and laughed some more. Then she said, “yeah, that’s my mom.” then one of the pages asked, “Why is she bald?” then my friend goes, “She has breast cancer and has to go through chemo” Then that’s when everyone was quiet, and respectful.

It is estimated that 230,480 women will be diagnosed with and 39,520 women will die of cancer of the breast in 2011, according to National Cancer Institute. That’s a big number, really sad and depressing number.

I remember when I was younger, for a girl scout project we made special pillows, made for breast cancer survivors. These pillows were rounded, kind of like the pillows that so around your neck. But these pillows were to go under their arms, after they get part of their boob chopped off, getting rid of their cancer, hopefully. And it would hurt, and so they would put that pillow right underneath their armpit, and help support, and help it from hurting.

One of my favorite artists on youtube, Callie Moore, wrote a song last year, called October. It’s about cancer, and how much you love and miss them if they lost in battle. Her own mother passed away in October when Callie and her other sisters were pretty young. And she channeled her pain of the loss of her mother in this song.

This is the song