There is so much I wish I could say about life. It’s one of those times when it truly sucks. I hate the word “estranged,” especially when it includes my niece in the complexities of relationships. My niece loved horses as a child. One year, it was fun to send her a stick pony as a Christmas gift, if she couldn’t have the real thing. Smiling as she wasn’t a little girl when I gave it to her.
I learned my niece is fighting for her life with cancer that has spread like a wildfire in her bones. Apparently, from her blog she was just diagnosed at the end of December 2013. This is her second bout with cancer in just four short years.
My late adoptive mother did so much toxic collateral damage within our family that it’s impossible to fix all the brokenness. I don’t want to even try anymore. Not because I don’t care, but because there are many layers of hurt, pain and mistrust. But I want my niece to just somehow know I love her dearly with all my heart.
Will you please keep praying with me for my awesome niece? I still believe in miracles and she certainly is in need of a big one; for this is the ride of her life.
As her aunt, I am hoping that this will have a triumphant-happily-ever-after-ending.