Not sure if this is the right place to put this, but having now regained my composure after reading it and bursting into tears I wanted to share with you something my 9 year old daughter Mollie wrote tonight.
A bit of background first (for those who haven’t seen any of my other threads) - I was diagnosed on 1 Nov, had mastectomy on 13th Nov, start chemo on 28th followed by rads, then more chemo. Have been open with Mollie and kept her informed, and have tried to explain that I may be tired/irritable/naggy etc etc etc
So tonight - she wrote a story, entitled The Story of Me, by Mollie…
Once upon a time there lived a young child and she lived a great life until the day she asked her mum for a drink and she said ‘Get it yourself’. So that meant she went to her dad for it. He said ‘No’ too. Her mum said ‘Learn how to get things for yourself’ so the child went out of the room, stomping every step she took. She hates getting stuff herself and that’s what she had to do from now on. Which she didn’t want to do. She just begged her parents and sooner or later they gave in and got it for her.
But some day she will wake up and her mum and dad will not be there sometimes and that’s when she will learn. She has to learn because her mum’s just had big surgery and her dad is always working. So this is a part of her life that is a learning experience.
In this life she has learned a lot of things about helping people - but now its mostly about mum and dad because they are the closest in the world to her.
And I had always wondered if she really understood…God I am so proud of her
Margaret x