For most parents, no nightmare is greater than losing a child. It's a loss most of us would never recover from and fear the most, but there are other fears, too. For me, there is only one that ranks close to that first one and that is the fear of leaving my children before my time. It never even occurred to me that both my husband and I could leave them at the same time.
For one couple in Brooklyn, that fear is very real, indeed. Elisa and Nathan Bond were both diagnosed with aggressive cancer last month within a week of each other. The couple has an 18-month-old daughter. Nathan was given a 60 percent chance of living another five years with his colorectal cancer, and Elisa, who has metastatic breast cancer, was given a 16 percent chance to live the same amount.
For many, just that alone would be enough to make them break down, but Elisa and Nathan have a crew of friends and family and now even strangers who just won't let that happen. See below:
They have been babysitting around the clock while Elisa and Nathan get their aggressive treatments that often leave them sicker than the cancer. Both had to leave their jobs, he as a teacher at Parsons and she as a realtor.
Friends and family have started a website to help raise money, and so far, they have already brought in $25,000. But their story is unimaginably difficult. Just as she stopped breastfeeding and her daughter started sleeping through the night and both she and her husband could finally start to enjoy the rosier side of parenthood, this happens. They are both fighters. As Elisa said in her blog:
There can only be one ending to this because I didn't go through a horrendous pregnancy, 39 hours of non-medicated labor and delivery, a broken vagina for 9 months post-delivery and no sleep for the past 17 months not to get to watch this beautiful child grow up, graduate, travel the world, speak six languages, win So You Think You Can Dance, solve the Middle East peace crisis, cure ALL cancer, invent an app for teleportation, find the perfect partner, have kids and grow old. I mean it is a lot of pressure but I know she can do it and I'm not watching from the nose-bleed seats in the sky. Hell no. I want to be here on terra firma.
But the odds, at least for her, are against them. And that is why they need help. This feels so familiar, like it could be me in this position so easily. I know what it's like to watch a mother go through chemo and all the pain, misery, and sickness that entails. My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was 12 and my sister was 4. We saw what it did to her and then she died four years later. Our dad was always healthy, though. Both parents going through this while trying to care for a toddler is unimaginably cruel.
This could be any of us. I'm going to donate what I can, follow their story, and hope for a miracle.
Have you ever heard of something like this?
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