I heart bacon. Because I am too tired to think of a whitty title tonight.

Ronan. How did I do what I did today? Looking back at today, I have no idea. It wasn’t me today. It was all you……

Started off the day like always. Up, showered, dressed, boys up, showered, breakfast, backpacks packed, lunches packed…. out the door to school. Dropped Liam and Quinn off. Kissed them good-bye. Drove over to Taylor’s to meet a girl named Samya. Samya, the beautifully talented Mama who I sat and had coffee with. Who lives her life filled with LOVE. Love for her job, her kids, her husband, her running, her friends, her friends’ daughter who is battling Cancer…. who I know, very well. Little Mia. You remember, Mia, right Ro? I know you do. We will go back to Mia in a minute. Samya…. Samya knows what it means to really have it all. And not in a big spender, money kind of way. In a way that; and I quote, “I am married to a Firefighter who is going to freak when he sees the water bill because I let my kids take a 40 minute shower together this morning. They were making potions out of soap, water, and having the best time doing all the things kids should be doing,” kind of way. In the kind of way that she knows what it means to be married to her soul mate, the man of her dreams, to have 2 healthy kids, and a job she LOVES. She is thankful. She is appreciative. She also knows that shitty things happen in the world and if she can do something, like making a dear friend, an awesome shirt to wear in the hospital, while her daughter battles Cancer; that she is more than happily willing to do so. I sat with Samya and talked to her like I have known her forever. I cried in front of her when she asked if I was ever going to sleep well again. I just told her, how would I ever sleep well again, when I don’t have you to kiss goodnight? She made me laugh when she told me that the first time she talked to me, she expected my voice to be different…. how surprised she was at how young I sounded. I told her how I get that a lot. I told her how I just had one of our lovies point that out to me. How he told me I sounded like a 15-year-old girl, on my voicemail and that I needed to change it. I told him I would only change it if it could go something like this…..”Hello. You’ve reached Maya Thompson. I can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave a message, and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you. Have a GREAT day. And FUCK YOU CANCER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The thought of this makes me laugh out loud. How AWESOME would that be? Shocking? I guess. Immature? Maybe. Totally worth it? Absolutely. I wonder if anyone has this on their personal voicemail. If they do, I would like to be their friend. Anyway Ro baby. Back to Samya. I ran some ideas past her. She ran some past me. I think we came up with a new slogan for one of her shirts. So excited to be a part of it. More to come, later on this:) Thanks, Samya…. for today and for reminding me that once you meet your soul mate(s) in life, that’s just all there is to it. Do people have more than one soul mate in this world?? Totally. I have several. They come the form of my husband, a few close friends and my boys, you included, Ro baby. Some have been around for a long time, others, I have found after going through something like this. I am lucky enough to have all of mine, right in front of my face, holding my hand during the worst time in my life. Refusing to let go.

I got to talk about the Wooddawg today, like I haven’t been able to in a long time. Like we were that normal couple, once again, that we never will be again. But we are still here, working and fighting because we know what it means to have everything ripped away from you, and to still be expected to be left standing. I don’t want to stand alone in all of this. As much as I say I do, that I am a tough ass, that I can do this, alone. I can’t. I don’t want to. I would not survive it. I can name on one hand, the things that are saving my life now. A few people are responsible. I am learning to accept them. I am learning to let them help me. I have to embrace them. Or else big trouble lies ahead. I don’t want or need anymore trouble.

After I left Samya, I drove to PCH. Our old home away from home. I let a few of our favorites, know that I was coming. Sharon was one of them. I parked in the same parking garage, that we parked in hundreds of times. I got into the elevator, without you, and walked into the clinic, without having you to carry. I asked to person working at the desk, to let know Sharon that I was there. I sat down and after I realized, where I was and what I was doing, I almost threw up. I thought I would be o.k. to walk into that clinic today. I wasn’t. Sharon read me like a book as soon as she came out to me she gave me a hug and we quickly walked out of the waiting room and headed outside. We went into the old hospital, sat down at a table and I told her what I was there to do at PCH today. I showed her what I had brought with me, to help plead my case. She loved all of it. I told her how I felt as if there was a lot of room to improve as far as taking care of the parents. How I know what it is like to be so overwhelmed, scared, lost, confused but expected to make a choice in regards to a horrific diagnoses. How lost and lonely it feels. I told her my ideas. I told her I hoped someone would listen. I told her how badly I want some things to change, for the better. I told her how I keep asking myself what I did wrong that you had to die. My strong voice, became weak and soft as the tears poured down my cheeks as I told her I must have let you eat too much candy towards the end of your life, which is why your disease spiraled out of control. She held my hand and told me that was not why this happened. That we, as parents, did everything we could. That your Cancer, was just too strong and too smart. I know she is right, as I made you eat all things healthy, but you loved your sweets every once in a while, as all kids should. I still think to myself, that I killed you. That this is all my fault. I don’t know if I will ever think otherwise. You were my baby. It was my job, as your mom, to save you. I promised you I would. I will forever hate myself for not being able to. I know how barbaric this sounds; but it is instinctual to feel this way after losing a child. It is human nature of a mother and a child. For as irrational as this sounds, it makes perfect sense to me.

Sharon and I parted ways with our hugs and I love you’s. I do love her. I remember how much you loved her, which makes me love her even more. I am so sad, that you no longer get to chase her around, hug her, give her your Hi-Fives, let only her, change your Broviac Dressings…. how I never get to hear you tell me, “Mama… Sharon’s so nice. I love her.” I swear I can still hear your voice telling me that. God, I would give anything to hear you scream at the two of us, “I NOT A BRAVE BOY!!!!” as Sharon would clean your skin while changing your dressing. I would give anything to be back in that hospital, cuddling with you, thinking that the poison that was being injected into your body, was actually going to save you. Now, I am left alone, standing in the middle of PCH, without you… trying to fix what I think needs to be repaired, because I truly do care and want to make a difference in as many ways as possible. Even if it just means getting that damn coffee cart to come around more often than it does, to make mom’s like, Sandra, (Mia’s Mom) HAPPY. (for the 5 minutes of the day that she gets to feel happy).

I met with 2 lovely women today. I sat with them and they listened to what I had to say. I don’t even know where my words came from, but they were there. I don’t know how I was able to sit there, without sobbing and running away. I played with my locket that holds some of your ashes in it. I kept telling myself, that you were right there with me. I felt like you were. I felt strong. Stronger than I have in a while. I was able to present my ideas and have them welcomed with open arms. The best part of it is how comfortable I felt, expressing what it is that I felt could improve. How these 2 women didn’t just handle me like a crazy mom, who’s son had just died, so WTF is she doing back at PCH so soon? They didn’t shove me out the door, telling me they would get back to me. They made what I was asking, what I was suggesting, happen right there in front of my very eyes. They told me the position they were willing to create…..with some fine tuning….for me and some other lovely volunteers, once I was ready… to just say the word. DONE. Just like that. Unbelievable, Ronan. All because of you and the kind heart of these two woman at PCH, who believe they can do better and are willing to do whatever it takes, because no parent should have to feel so left in the dark.

Ronan. I am beyond tired right now. Too tired to finish my thoughts for the night. I’ve got to take advantage of my sleepiness while it is here. I love you. I love you, Sandra, my dinner date tonight. Ro. Please watch over Mia down here. Please. I am so sad from hearing tonight how she cannot even walk right now because of how badly her disease has destroyed her little body. Sandra deserves a break. Throw a little happiness her way. Take some of the happiness that you are saving up for me, and give it to Mia and Sandra. They deserve it. They need it. I can wait. I love you baby boy. To the moon and back forever and ever. I hope you are safe. Sweet dreams, Baby Doll.


14 thoughts on “I heart bacon. Because I am too tired to think of a whitty title tonight.”

  1. You amaze me. I still have a difficult time going in PCH. You are so much stronger than you feel. Our thoughts and love go out to your entire family.

  2. This is just another one of the reasons that you are amazing:

    “Take some of the happiness that you are saving up for me, and give it to Mia and Sandra. They deserve it. They need it. I can wait.”

    Absolutely selfless; absolutely inspiring.


  3. Mama, just say when and I would love to
    help volunteer. What a day you had today!!
    This post made me teary. Sweet Ro saying
    “I not a brave boy!”. Bravest boy I’ve ever met!!!!
    Lots of love to all of you!!!!!

  4. You speak endlessly of other people and their beautiful souls.

    But you forget the most lovely of all.

    Maya, YOU have a beautiful soul.

  5. Ronan,

    Mia’s daddy called me this morning to tell me that she has been taking a few steps with a little bit of help! Mia says her “button” that has been causing so much pain isn’t hurting anymore…that’s the first time in over 10 days of shriek out loud pain. I’m so thankful. so relieved. Was that you? Do you see her? Is she going to make it? Do you know? I wish you could be here…Ronan – I know you know this, your mom is amazing. Help her have an ok day if you can..

    Maya – i have a new voice mail

  6. Wow – beautiful!

    Whenever this amazing thing gets going – I will be here in Houston to do whatever you need me to do!!!!


  7. Wow- beautiful!

    Whenever this amazing things gets going – I’m here in Houston ready to do what you need me to do to spread Ronan’s amazing spirit.


  8. I know I met a soul sister yesterday. You and Ronan already changed my life, changed the way I look at things and the way I do things. I know I told you that. No mommy should ever have to wear her baby’s ashes around her neck. There is something so fundamentally fucked up about that. But look at you, not just sitting there idly, locking yourself away like so many of us would do. Because you answer to Ro, and like you said, when you see him again, you need to be able to tell him you did everything you could and more so that no other mommy has to wear her baby’s ashes. And you will change things, and you already have, and you have this Mama Mafia behind you, and I for one, stand proud and stand tall and will fight with all the ammunition I have for your sweet boy.

  9. My thoughts and prayers are with Mia. I too carry around that guilt of not being able to protect my children. As a mom it is/was my job to take care of them. I go over and over in my head how I could have done things differently. Sadly, it does not make a difference. So, I am trying to be kind to myself and I wish the same for you. You are helping so many people – remember to give yourself a break too. Sending you peace and hugs. Take care.

  10. Maya, you are my hero too. Please post how we can volunteer to help with your project at PCH. I always feel helpless to help you, and I would love the opportunity to do something positive. I know there are lots of us out here who feel this way, so say the word, what can we do?

    Thinking of you always.

  11. At Wildflower in Prescott today and they are sponsoring support for Childhood Hunger, Cupcakes for the Cure (for Susan B. Komen)and Dough on the Go for community schools.
    I guess they have not heard about this being the month of Childhood Cancer Awareness.
    The manager was not in to speak to.

    Love, Kimball

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