To whom it may concern....

     That mother is facing hell. Her daughter was just diagnosed with stage four cancer. She now has to face the horrible truth that she might lose her baby girl.

   Her heart is broken and she wishes she could heal her daughter.

   You don't know this, but this mother had to fly out to get her little girl who was in severe agony. She had to drive 14 hours to get her back home. She called doctors asking them for help, suggestions, she showed up at the ER because there was a chance that they could help her little one get better.

   And you.

   You, who do not know her sorrows. You, who cannot begin to know the agony of her soul.

  You who blamed her for my suffering.

   You who told her that God was a punishing God, a vengeful God. One who was punishing her with a dying child.

   You do not know that she had heard this before when my brother was born.

    How can you, who sees the pain and suffering, the tears she had shed, and tell her it's her fault?

      It was never my mother's fault. She did everything she could to make things okay.

  And she was blessed.

     No, I was not healed because she repented of a past sin.

   That's not the God she and I believe in.

    Our God is a merciful God, a healing God.
   He gave my mother a trial He knew she could bare. He gave her suffering I can never imagine nor match.

    And he gave her miracles. Through trials and sorrow, she found hope.

    She was always there for me when I was hurting. I am sorry I didn't know about your comments then.

     It was never my mother's fault.

   So stop blaming her.

   She has survived the deep, fiery pits of hell.

   You cannot begin to know her sorrows, her pain. I cannot, and I am her daughter.

   My mother is a warrior. My mother is a healer.

   Stop blaming parents who are going through hell, and maybe then you'll stop finding voices calling you out.

   Because children listen to their parent's tears.

  Children grow.

  And children remember.

    Yours,

    A daughter of a warrior

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   My mom is a wonderful individual. We've grown so much closer over the years, and that is why it breaks my heart to hear what people told her after my diagnosis.

   Not all sorrows happen because of something we did. Some things just happen.

    Please, don't blame her for what I went through.