Pissed Off!

So, we are weeks into the treatment from hell.. Mike is still on the struggle bus to say the very least, I am still trying to do whatever I can to help him and Harrison is just trying to get through the school days. I am going to tell you all about a particular day that we had after treatment. It was on a Friday, after radiation in the morning and chemo in the afternoon. We had went on our “outing” got his medicine and food for the week, well the food for me and Harrison because he was not able to eat ANYTHING! After we got in the car to head home I told Mike that I needed to run into a sporting store because Harrison needed a few things. Mike insisted on going in, I wanted him to stay in the car but he was not having it, he wanted to go in with me. We were wearing the stupid masks, we were trying to keep him from getting any germs, I know that is impossible but I did not want him to get sick if we could help it. Anyway, we get in the store and he grabs the cart, we are walking around, I am trying to hurry this trip up so that I could get him home so he could rest. I am grabbing what Harrison needed and we go to the front to pay. As we are standing at the register being rung up there are a couple of kids behind us, they looked to be about 12 or 13, maybe a little younger but not much. Mike is standing facing the register while the girl is ringing up our stuff, I look over and see the boys behind us laughing. They then starting pointing to Mike, I quickly realized they were making fun of his hair, he had started losing his hair in the back at the neckline due to the radiation, it looked like he had a bad haircut, nothing more, nothing less but these little jerks were making fun of him. I wanted so badly to say something but I did not want Mike to know what was happening, he was going through enough. I was trying to take my focus off them because I needed to hear what the girl ringing us up was saying, she was asking Mike a question, he was not going to be able to answer her because at this point Mike could no longer talk, he was using a white board to write, his throat was so terribly raw and full of sores he struggled to talk. I could understand him because I was around him all the time, but nobody else could so he would just write things down to make it easier. It was another heartbreaking issue from the treatment from hell, it took his voice. I was so afraid of him trying to say something and those boys hearing him and making fun of that also, I know that I would have cussed them straight the hell out. To be honest, to this day Mike has no idea that happened, I mean why did he need to know that there were asshole kids out there? Unless he reads this particular blog he will continue to not know. Be kind to everyone you never know what someone is going through!

When Life Gives You Lemons…Make Lemonade or Margaritas, whichever suits your fancy!