The strange mom

Do you trust your instincts?

But sometimes I wait until it’s squeezing me to death before I give into it because I worry about being wrong.

So, I guess I do , but What If??

My body won’t let it go. My internal bells and whistles will continue to blare until I blurt out my thoughts or concerns.  I always thought I was overreacting. It was my anxiety, I guess.

Then my son was diagnosed with cancer at 2 years old.  After weeks of me taking him back to the doctor and being told it’s nothing, I knew they were wrong…. I could feel it.  Then Boom. He had leukemia.

That was 7 years ago and he’s been in remission for 3 years. My son is mostly nonverbal.  He can’t directly tell me what hurts. I have to use my instincts to help him survive.

It’s so animalistic if I think about it. Especially living in the year 2025 and still having to use my instincts to navigate his health. It’s for sure a mental health workout.

Because I could be wrong, but I am usually right. Even when the doctors ignore me.