You are the best room mother the school has ever seen. The Girl Scouts would fold and go under without your leadership. The PTA would need ten volunteers to do the work that you do. The local charities would be hard pressed to find a volunteer who puts in as much time as you do. You are Superwoman. The house looks great, the kids are clean and polished and everything is in its place. When the phone rings, you run. When someone asks for help, you bring a crew. Everyone is counting on you.
Then cancer knocks on your door. Those six little letters that will turn your life upside down. All the door knocking and cookie baking in the world could not have prepared you for this campaign. You know how important your family is to you. You want to fight cancer with all you have, and obviously, as Superwoman, you have what it takes. The doctor says you need chemotherapy. Chemotherapy takes its toll on you. There are medicines from the doctor to help with the inevitable pain and nausea, but you hate being weak. Who will deliver the Girl Scout cookies? Who will run the church bake sale? The house needs cleaning, the laundry is behind.
It is time to take a step back and realize you need you. It is time to concentrate on you and your family. Cancer does not care who takes care of all the responsibilities. It is a hard fighting disease and you will need everything you have to fight it. The work will get done. Who cares if your laundry is not folded right away? It’s “ME” time. Cancer will try to take Superwoman down. It is when she refuses to give up, lets everyone else handle the “volunteering”, and concentrates on the task ahead of her, coming through cancer treatments to get to that wonderful place “remission” that the true strength comes out.