This picture is proof I caved…
I’m trying to cut his sugar, but today his favorite honey bun won.
Some days cancer isn’t just treatments and hospital rooms.Some days it’s emotional weight that sits on your chest from sunrise to sunset and Today was one of those days.
The lab numbers that once told us his cancer was spreading are climbing again. We won’t know the truth until scan day on April 8th. Waiting on answers is its own kind of torture.
On the drive home Will brought up the hateful comments people made about him hunting… one saying he’d be “flying high with the birds soon.” I knew this comment came to mind due to him thinking of his own mortality due to lab numbers.
For the first time I saw those words truly hurt him. His eyes filled, but he stared out the window and refused to cry.
Cancer changes how you see everything… even the word humane.
Is it humane to use a call to lure a male turkey in all while letting him believe he’s approaching a mate, watching him puff his feathers, drag his wings, step closer and closer in pure instinct… only for the next sound he hears to be a gunshot that drops him where he stood?
Is it humane when a buck in rut loses all awareness, driven by nature, unaware a scope is already fixed on his chest and all hunters LOOONG for rut season for a better chance to score a trophy.
Is it humane to raise chickens that run to greet you at feeding time… eat from your hand… trust your footsteps… until the day you grab them, feel their wings fight against your grip, and end their life because that was always the plan?
In the South, hunting and farming are traditions of survival. I understand that. I don’t judge that.
But I will never understand how people can accept intentional death in one setting…
and then choose intentional cruelty toward a child who is fighting with everything he has just to stay alive.
Because today… my 15-year-old son made a decision most grown adults would be terrified to make.
A tumor on his jaw he once swore he would never radiate — out of fear he could lose his hearing… or even his sight — he chose to face head-on.
To fight anyway.To risk more pain.To risk more loss.Just for the chance to survive.
So yes… today I bought the honey bun.
Because while some people sit behind screens debating what is “humane”…my child is sitting in oncology rooms deciding how much more of himself he’s willing to sacrifice just to stay alive.
One is opinion.The other is survival.
No… I will not second guess on posting about Will going turkey hunting this upcoming weekend where he will attempt to trick one into its defeat.
If that offends grown adults on the internet, they’re free to keep scrolling.
My 15-year-old is facing radiation that could take his hearing… or even his sight… just for a chance to stay alive.
So yes…. he’s going to hunt. He’s going to laugh.He’s going to live.
Because while some people spend their time judging how he makes memories…he’s spending his time fighting to still be here to make them.
