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A New Meaning to Mother's Day

By Sarah Mowat, Cathy dePasquale and Lisa S. | May 10, 2016

By Sarah Mowat

We were having lunch with friends recently.  The kids all went off in different directions, attempting various perilous toddler style ‘mission impossible’ stunts.  My husband, Nick and I have a sweet and shy three year old, Evie, and a wild and wonderful almost 2 year old, Isobel.  Whilst observing this nail biting display of toddler theatrics, we discussed the realities of parenting; the beauty, love, worry and exhaustion that intertwine and add a whole new meaning to our existence.  One friend, suddenly exclaimed, ‘How in the world did you do this whilst going through cancer treatment?’

I was diagnosed with stage 2 Hodgkin lymphoma when Evie was about to turn two and Isobel was nearly 3 months old.  It was undoubtedly hard having cancer thrust into our lives while trying to navigate the world as new parents, but we accepted help, and the memories of fun times still overshadow the chemo and tear-hazed ones.  In fact, it was having the girls love me so wholeheartedly, in spite of my comically receding hairline, milk-free breasts and scarred neck, that gave me the strength to get through treatment with a smile.  Fishing duplo bricks out of the toilet is a great distraction from chemo weariness.

Evie and Isobel serve as a constant reminder for me to embrace the present – to live, love, laugh, cry, be kind and explore.  After my first post chemo haircut, Evie’s unimpressed reaction ‘It’s not so good mummy’ was a hilarious and somewhat refreshing reaction in contrast to the overwhelming flow of compliments I’d received from kind hearted friends. On Mother’s Day last year, Evie picked a bunch of dandelions for me.  Seeing her standing proudly, mud across her face with a small vase of weeds made me feel overcome with appreciation. It was the first Mother’s Day she had been old enough to pick her own gift and I felt so happy to be alive.  It was not long after that I received the news I was officially in remission.

The experience of being a mother with cancer seems to peel away most of life’s expendables, leaving such a bare, exposed love for the girls that it actually makes this parenting business a little more primal and simple.  As Mother’s Day comes around, it symbolizes another year of their childhood I have had the good fortune to experience.  As they grow, so does my gratitude for the medical professionals, researchers and organizations such as The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society (LLS) who pave the way for progress in the treatment, patient care and ultimate search for a cure for blood cancers.

Sarah Mowat lives in St. Charles, IL, with her husband, Nick, and their daughters, Evie and Isobel.