Children, Abuse and Cancer, none of these words should ever go together.

I heard this on a documentary I was watching:

"Poverty isn't bad housing, dirty clothing or families of ten.  It's never having been loved or even respected.  They (referring to young girls) don't know the difference between love and abuse, a kiss that was a down payment on a blow." 

 

Someone very special to me is going through a very hard time.  As I sit here to type this blog it is taking all the self control I have to not rant and rave about the situation in full detail.  I am hoping that there will be a time and place for that, where the true nature of this person who is doing such horrid things will be truly known. 

 

May 2004

I have many special women in my life, my grandma, my mom, my sisters and my best friends, but there are no ladies that I feel more responsible for than my own three daughters.  They are beautiful and smart and possess a smile that could heal any broken heart.  They are jewels and precious to not only me, but many others in their lives. 

 

Someday these wonderful little girls will grow up and they will start searching for that someone special in their life.  At fourteen, Savannah has already begun that process despite my urging her to take her time and enjoy her youth.  I worry about my girls.  I worry about them repeating the cycle of getting into a relationship that is not healthy for them. 

 

I understand and acknowledge that there are two sides to every story, and this blog is my ability to give a voice to my life.  I want to share what I have been through and continue to go through, and watch others go through.  I think that for far too long and far too often those that are in a bad relationship don't feel that there is any avenue for them to share their pain and experiences.  Even I still hold back much of my story for fear of the repercussions of what would come from my honesty.

 

I hold in my possession an email that would finally show the true nature of a certain person in my life, yet the author of that email is so scared that she will not allow me to share it.  So this person will continue to behave as they do, with no conscious, no regret and worst of all, no decency to admit that their behavior is wrong.  They believe they are the victim, that everyone is responsible but them.  Everyone is to blame, but them. 

 

Children are a blessing.  They are precious and fragile and we hold in our hands not only the responsibility of their physical well being, but also their little souls and self worth.  I have been following a few blogs about two families who have lost their babies to cancer.  Ronan and Ty were taken way to soon and I know that their parents would do anything to have them back.  Yesterday I was reading Ty's mom's blog about Ty's final moments.  There is a picture of Ty holding his dad's finger.  It is truly both heart wrenching and heartwarming.  You can feel both the love and pain that is happening in this family lives.  They don't deserve this, they deserve happily ever after.  Every child deserves happily ever after.     

 

I am so angry about the fact that there are these tiny little people fighting for their lives because they have cancer.  Their families would go to the ends of the earth to fix them, help them, make them well.  Then I think of those children who are in abusive situations.  They too are suffering and are in pain and yet sometimes, they too can not be saved.  This is unacceptable, yet it still happens, everyday.  What is it with our society and our inability to deal with these horrible things that are happening to the most innocent and vulnerable of our society.  Why aren't we doing more to help?!?  Why aren't the resources to save these little ones more readily available and accessible to them and their families?  It's unacceptable.

 

I am not sure who is reading this, or what you will take away from this post.  But I hope you will read Ronan and Ty's story (click on their names and you will be linked to their blogs).  Then I hope you will take the opportunity to go hug your babies and if possible tuck them in and kiss them good-night.  Because I am not willing to have these little ones deaths to be in vain.  And as for the person who is mistreating my special girl, that is unacceptable and you will not continue to get away with it.  There are too many people who love her and are waiting and willing for the right time to testify on her behalf.  To quote Ronan's mom, "Fuck you Cancer!" I second that and add, "Fuck you to anyone or anything that hurts a Child!"