The Good Fight -Part 2
On getting home, my husband was in his home office, patiently waiting for updates. The snowstorm meant the children were out of school for the day.
“They had to perform a biopsy”, I muttered. “The radiologist did not like what he saw…., oh well….”
I did not know that my daughter was listening to the conversation. After I left my husband’s office, she followed me to our bedroom to begin her interrogation.
My Children’s Reaction
“How did your appointment go mummy?” asked Tami
“It was okay; the radiologist needed to perform a biopsy to check further”.
“A biopsy?!, I hope it’s not cancer mummy!”
Tami had a worried look. It was my turn to act like my mum and be calm and collected.
“I doubt it, we are just ruling it out dear.”
Oluwatamilore, aka Tami, is my first daughter. Smart, cheery, believing, ever dancing. She is very inquisitive too. If you are wondering how an 11-year-old knew what biopsy meant, blame it on Grey’s Anatomy binge on Netflix. I have always been fascinated by the medical field and the study of Medicine. The stories about my birth had always sparked my interest.
I will leave that for later. It was a field my father was not too excited about so he tried so hard to steer me away from it. Today, I am back in Healthcare Informatics. Watching medical shows was my way of always staying connected. House and Grey’s Anatomy were my top 2.
Tami did not seem convinced. She finally went to her brother, Bolu to relay the biopsy news.
“Mummy just came back from a biopsy, it might be cancer…”
“Hold it right there!!!!!” yelled Bolu.
“Will you listen to yourself?!! Mummy CANNOT have cancer!! Do you know what cancer is?!!! Do you want mummy to die??! How can you say cancer?!!”
Bolu’s voice was accelerating. He was not taking Tami’s news lightly. It felt like a brawl. I had to rush into their room and quell the impeding feud.
“It’s just a test Bolu, we are hoping for a positive outcome”.
“Why did Tami say cancer?! Does she know people die from cancer? I don’t want to lose my mum!!
“It’s not a death sentence Bolu. Let’s hope for the best.”
I hugged my children tight and went about my mummy and wife duties.
Coping with uncertainty and a new beginning
I desperately needed something to distract me. We had just come back from our Christmas trip in January. A new African bistro was in the works. My passion for good food was about become a reality. Two chefs were ready to hit the ground running. The site had been remodeled within a space of a month. The building inspector had authorized the occupancy permit, the fire inspector was happy with what he saw and the health inspector had approved.
Despite the reports of February 9, I needed something to turn the tide around. I needed something to turn the tide around. I went on Facebook and announced this to friends and family. TamBo’s Kitchen was about to hit the ground running.
The reception was lively! I found a new emotional high. The congratulations were pouring in. It was a much-needed distraction.
This is great! I saw you fight that good fight of faith and can attest that I saw you deploy biblical principles in real time……. you believed, you hoped, you praised, you were authentic, you gave, you loved, you built! You enforced the victory Christ won for you. OLUWATOYIN!!!!!!!!!
Thank you Pastor Cynthia. It could only have been God and people like you He surrounded me with. Shalom!
You have fought the good fight… you have kept the faith, I am rejoicing with you.
Gloire a Dieu ma soeur…
A Lui seul la gloire!! Missing you!!