Today Melissa Summers of parenting blog Suburban Bliss writes about one of the many ways cancer has affected her life. Melissa, who lives just outside of Detroit with her husband Logan and her two kids Max and Madison, says that although she has struggled with cancer in many ways, she chooses to tell an uplifting story. This playful, childhood anecdote serves as a powerful reminder of what the American Cancer Society is working for every single day — more time to make memories with the people we love most. Read her story here:
Evaporated Milk
Growing up, my mother had this habit of buying the same thing over and over. Sometimes that item was a loaf of bread. Every time she drove past the market she’d have to run in and grab a loaf or ten of bread. You just never knew when you’d need to make sandwiches for the entire state of Rhode Island, she liked to be prepared.
Other times she’d get it in her head that she needed something you very rarely have a use for like, evaporated milk. And for a couple of months, she’d grab a can or two each time she ran to the market. The evaporated milk, sat in the cupboard for months, years. In fact I don’t even know how long it was there. Could have been from 1973 and no one would have been surprised. That can was just a part of the pantry landscape after a while. Granola bars, flour, salt, cereal, evaporated milk.
My grandpa got cancer in his late 70′s. I don’t remember what kind of cancer it was, it really didn’t matter all that much. Like all the kinds of cancer, it was the crappy kind. He got increasingly sick over time, and eventually required a nurse to come live with him.
One day while my grandpa was particularly sick, my brother and I were at home while my mom was at work. My brother had the can of evaporated milk in his hand, and we pondered why it was there. Could we even remember a time the evaporated milk was not in the cupboard? Why were there three of them in there? Had we ever seen our mother use evaporated milk for anything?
Each question resulted in more questions. My mother is a little jumpy and in our family we like to prey on the weakest one. It’s how we love.
We do little things like put rubber snakes in the microwave or hide someone in the back seat of the car to scream “Boo!” while she drives. Just funny little tricks meant to toy with her heart and keep her, you know, aerobically healthy.
My brother called my mother at work. “Mom! The nurse just called from grandpa’s house. They’re having an emergency! They need 6-10 ounces of evaporated milk immediately!”
Without skipping a beat my mother went into what I call her ‘Crisis Mode’, this is how she gets whenever something really bad happens, when there’s an emergency of some sort. “Okay,” she said, taking a long cleansing breath. “Go in the cupboard next to the oven. On the middle shelf, next to the cereal and near the flour, there are three cans of evaporated milk. Take them out and tell me how many ounces each can is. There should be enough there.”
Apparently, she didn’t pause long enough to consider what kind of cancer-related health emergency could possibly be addressed with 6-10 ounces of evaporated milk. But for a few shining moments she believed she’d bought that evaporated milk for a good reason. All the teasing we’d done about the evaporated milk would all be worth it now. She was having the last laugh, now that we were facing a health emergency and her evaporated milk would quite possibly save my grandfather’s life.
For those moments, before my brother and I started laughing hysterically, my mother thought she cured cancer with three cans of evaporated milk.
Thanks to Melissa for sharing! To find out how you can help create a world with less cancer and more birthdays, visit morebirthdays.com.
Editorial Note: This is a repost of an article posted 6/23/2009. The post was removed due to some negative feedback, but after careful consideration we have decided to repost Melissa’s story. Although The Official Birthday Blog deals with a serious subject, it is a happy place and we welcome and celebrate any and all stories told in the way the author intends.
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