Nobody asked me but.. Cancer

The trip home

The morning started out like any other post chemo. Time to wake up; let's head out early. The goal was always the same, time to come home and relax in our own beds. We woke up, I made coffee and started the motivation bus home. We had a ritual. We stopped at Dunkin donuts in the way home and Bean got hash browns every time. It was a food her chemo taste buds approved and well it was calories she desperately needed. Again, I was not picky of what she ate just that she had something. It was always washed down with her favorite chocolate milk. I grabbed my decaf butter pecan iced coffee, and we hit the highway home. Bean and I listened to music we could both find peaceful for the drive. We chatted some. Mostly the conversation was about what it was like to be done chemo. I know my child finished the actual receiving of treatments, but mentally it was so much more for me. It marked the end of some many things. I will never as long as I live forget the grueling times I had to hold her hand, look her into the eyes as her chest port was accessed. Being medically stabbed in the chest with a needle.It was my job as a mother to reassure her that everything was ok, even when I really didn't know yet. Every time, I swear a piece of my soul faded. I had to pretend that everything was fine even if I didn't know, so my girl could be brave and finish treatment. Thoughts swirled as did the road through the mountains. The morning fog rested upon the mountain tops with sun trying to peak thru. The drive was quite pleasant with not alot of traffic. We take one major highway home and then usually the back roads after that. We always stop at a specific gas station of the way home. I topped off my tank and decided today I would take the other highway home instead of backroads. All was fine on the next highway except for the exiting. We sat in the left lane to turn left. The light changes to green so I make my way across the intersection, only for my car to be slammed by a midsize Mercedes GLK. I was in sheer shock, panic and terror all at the same time. In a very busy intersection but nonetheless, I had to get myself and my child out of this car for safety. I had anger but God put his hand on my shoulder and gently whispered "You got this." I check my daughter to make sure she isn't t bleeding. Last chemo being yesterday, she is a bleed and infection risk. No lacerations. I was slightly confused. I tried to call 911 but my apple watch did it for me. I had to figure out if 911 was talking to me on my phone or watch. I spoke and help arrived. An officer took our statements. Luckily we had witnesses who saw we had a green light. The other driver was an 84 year old man who was speeding, ran a red light and had handicap tag displayed. On our state motor vehicle website it clearly states it may not be hanging while vehicle is in motion. I see this almost every day and that could have obstructed this mans view. He hit us at a minimum of 30mph. I was thankful My Bean girl was ok. We were 5 minutes from home. Full tank of gas and my car destroyed. We hopped into the ambulance so I could get Bean evaluated at the hospital. I got evacuated later at urgent care. My left hand had an injury, as I was mid left turn when we were struck. Eventually, we made it home to rest and we were very sore that day and the rest of the next.