Jillian's Army

A site to provide updates on Jillian Moore's fight against Stage 4 Neuroblastoma Cancer

Today is July 11th….

Today is July 11th… I’m sitting here watching my girls play together in the living room. Jilli with a full head of hair again and willful spirit that won’t let her big sister have her way. Sienna wants to go do something else and Jilli yells at her in her bossy way, “PLAY SHENNA PLAY!” Jilli still has that lisp when she talks; mainly from the hearing loss that will never return to normal again. Adult chemo has done it’s damage as well as it’s job. I hate it.. I hate everything about it. I hate seeing all the other families go through this too. Next week we face scans again so it all comes back to me like it was yesterday. My brain goes into fight mode. The walls go up as I prepare to face the reality again. She is strong but not invincible. Neuroblastoma – the enemy- is relentless. It could come back. I have to mentally prepare myself for that reality. And pray like hell that it doesn’t.Two years ago today life as I knew it changed. I guess you can say we are the lucky ones. Was it luck? Eenie meenie minie moe…not your child, not your child….but MINE! Why? Why Jillian? Two years ago she was on the edge of death. So why did she survive? Why do some make it and others don’t? It’s not fair. I feel so selfish when I pray that mine will be the one out of say 5 that lives with no relapse and no problems. Why can’t they all? Reading back through my journal I held out hope up to this night 2 years ago that they were wrong about everything…it was a stupid mass that they could remove and we could just go home. It wasn’t cancer after all and THEY WERE WRONG! But they weren’t.

In my journal I wrote…

“Feeling as hopeless as it gets. The worst news..It is Stage 4 Neuroblastoma cancer. 50%-60% cure rate? Flip of a coin basically. My baby could live…or she could die. My life as I know it has changed. My whole world has just been hit by a nuclear bomb. There is nothing… I see nothing but smoke and ashes. How do we go on. We begin to fight that how. We are now at war with an enemy within her little body. We have all been drafted into an army to fight a war we never asked for. We are all part of Jillian’s Army. Day 1 of chemo starts tonight.”

I am thankful to the Almighty every single day that she survived and that she is still here. But the PTSD and the scars run deep. I know I will never be the same. I work daily to heal my wounds and keep my strength. Big THANK YOUS to all of you out there who make me laugh and smile and give me a “happy place”… music, laughter and craziness is the best medicine for me. Fuck you cancer!

-CIC Momma

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