My Story Part 1

Hello everyone, my name is Lindsey. I am 16 years old and I would like to share my story with you and hopefully help you by doing so. I dedicate this entire blog to anyone who has ever been through a tough time. So, this is for you.

I became inspired by the beautiful and incredible Christa Black. Reading her blog has inspired me to share my own stories. Consider this blog as a page of inspiration and hope through tough situations. I will share things I have been through and the things they have taught me.

Lets start at the beginning...

I was born on March 30 in the lovely town of Decatur, Illinois where all my family lived. I have a sister who is about 5 years older. My early childhood was wonderful. I loved school, I loved summer, and I absolutely loved my family. I remember all the summer days and nights like they were yesterday. I was outside until dark, running around, playing in the dirt, playing hide and seek, and just enjoying life. I never had to worry about anything. Mom would wake me up, eat breakfast with me, play outside with me, make lunch and cut my sandwich into 4 little triangles (because that was my favorite way of course (:), play some more, have dinner ready, and tuck me in at night.

My dad had a good job and we were a very happy family. Everyday was fun, the house was full of laughter and love.

Fast forward to when I was nine...It was a warm August day and the family had just finished loading up the car for a day trip to St. Louis. Right before we walked out the door the phone rang. Little did we know, that phone call would change our lives. It was the oncologist. He called to tell my mother that she had breast cancer.

I saw the look on her face and I remeber that sick feeling that came over me. I knew something was horribly wrong. I remember the pure shock. I was only nine but the word "cancer" wasn't new to me. I knew how bad it was and how bad it could be. So many questions ran through my mind as the tears streamed from my eyes. I remember the 4 of us sitting on the couch crying and hugging. That was the first time I ever saw my father cry. That was the first time I realized I could possibly lose my best friend, my everything, my mother. I remember everyone wiping their tears and pulling themselves together. Thats when my mom, dad, and grandma started calling everyone we knew telling them the news. It was soo hard hearing it over and over. That was one of the most emotional days of my life. I remember my grandma coming over..and this was also the first time I ever saw her cry. It was so hard for me to see these people I thought were so strong crying. I think that was the moment I made the decision to be strong..to be strong for everyone else..to be the one that everyone could lean on. Even though I was the youngest, I was the one who wanted to be strong. I never wanted to make my mom think it was her fault. I didnt want her to think she was the one making me upset. I wanted her to be able to lean on me and cry on my shoulder.

I think I will stop here for now..it's pretty hard going back to those days but I feel it will allow me to move forward.

Thank you for reading!

If I can help one person with my story..that will make me the happiest girl in the world.
xo, lindsey