So it’s April 17 here in Korea . That means it’s been five years since my mom
died. For the past few April 17s I’d
post something on facebook like, “fuck cancer.” I’d get a lot of people liking
that post. Some would be friends and
family that knew the reason I was posting such a comment on April 17, others
maybe lost someone to cancer and I’m sure others think cancer is a shitty thing
that ought to be “fucked.”
Well, this year I feel different. I am engaged, and will be starting a family
soon. And, well, it’s pretty painful to
know that my mom will never know my future wife nor will she know any children
we might have. When she was sick I’d
never cry, at least in front of anyone. But rest assured on the ride home I’d cry my
eyes out. The main thing that hurt was
this fact: she’d never know my family. Sure
that was a bit selfish, but everyone dies including our parents and us. To me,
so much of who we are, if not all of who we are, is made up by our interactions
with others. Furthermore, knowing the
people who were close to your loved ones help you to learn more about said loved
one.
Fast forward to now. My fiancée will never know my mom. Sure, she’ll learn about her from stories, but
it’s not the same. She won’t know what it’s like when mom watches America ’s
Funniest Home Videos. She also won’t
have to go through all the bullshit my mom put my brother’s wives through
during the beginning of their marriages. But, good and bad, it’s all a part of it. And
now, five years later who am I to blame?
Hint- it’s not cancer.
If you are reading this now, and you smoke- stop. I told my mom to stop smoking for at least 23
years. She didn’t. After we had a meeting with the doctors and
they told her that only chance to live was if she stopped smoking, she didn’t. (Sure, in hindsight it wouldn’t have mattered,
but we didn’t know that at the time.) Now
I know that quitting isn’t easy. I watched
my mom try, on and off, basically all of my life. I think if you keep trying to quit you might
be able to.
If you don’t quit, you might die from something else before you
get cancer. Sure, YOLO and all
that. But remember, my mom was never
going to die from smoking. She was sure
of that. That is something that happens
to other people, not us. Of course when the cancer spread to her brain she
could hardly function, when she was just using her “reptilian” brain…can you
guess what she was doing? She kept
moving her hand to her mouth as if she was smoking. After she could no longer function, that impulse
to smoke was still there. And if you are smoking, don’t worry that will never
happen to you. Just like it would never
happen to mom.
