Laura
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When I read Tatiana Schlossberg's essay and got to the part about her mother, I literally had to put my phone down and walk away for a bit. Because I've never seen that feeling put into words so perfectly. 
Schlossberg writes: "My parents and my brother and sister, too, have been raising my children and sitting in my various hospital rooms almost every day for the last year and a half. They have held my hand unflinchingly while I have suffered, trying not to show their pain and sadness in order to protect me from it. This has been a great gift, even though I feel their pain every day" .
Her family was hiding their pain to protect her, and she could feel it anyway. That's the thing about families—you can't really hide. The people who love you know.
And then this: "For my whole life, I have tried to be good, to be a good student and a good sister and a good daughter, and to protect my mother and never make her upset or angry. Now I have added a new tragedy to her life, to our family's life, and there's nothing I can do to stop it" .
That line hit me like a truck. Because I know that feeling. The feeling that your job is to make things easier for your parents, not harder. The guilt of being the source of their pain even when it's not your fault. The helplessness of watching them hurt because of something happening to YOU.
Her mother Caroline Kennedy has been through so much already. She was 5 when her father was assassinated. She was 10 when her uncle was assassinated. Her brother died in a plane crash in 1999 . And now her daughter is dying of cancer and there's nothing she can do to stop it. And Tatiana feels guilty for adding to that list of tragedies.
That's the thing about being a good daughter or a good sibling—you carry that weight even when you're the one suffering. You worry about them worrying about you. You feel bad for making them feel bad. It doesn't make logical sense but it's completely true.
Schlossberg's sister Rose donated stem cells for her first transplant . Her brother Jack announced a run for Congress and still showed up in hospital rooms . Her parents raised her kids when she couldn't . And through all of it, they tried to hide their pain from her. And she felt it anyway.
This essay is about cancer but it's also about family. About the people who sit in hospital rooms and hold your hand. About the people you're trying to protect even when you're the one who needs protecting. About the love that's there even in the hardest moments.
Schlossberg writes: "My parents and my brother and sister, too, have been raising my children and sitting in my various hospital rooms almost every day for the last year and a half. They have held my hand unflinchingly while I have suffered, trying not to show their pain and sadness in order to protect me from it. This has been a great gift, even though I feel their pain every day" .
Her family was hiding their pain to protect her, and she could feel it anyway. That's the thing about families—you can't really hide. The people who love you know.
And then this: "For my whole life, I have tried to be good, to be a good student and a good sister and a good daughter, and to protect my mother and never make her upset or angry. Now I have added a new tragedy to her life, to our family's life, and there's nothing I can do to stop it" .
That line hit me like a truck. Because I know that feeling. The feeling that your job is to make things easier for your parents, not harder. The guilt of being the source of their pain even when it's not your fault. The helplessness of watching them hurt because of something happening to YOU.
Her mother Caroline Kennedy has been through so much already. She was 5 when her father was assassinated. She was 10 when her uncle was assassinated. Her brother died in a plane crash in 1999 . And now her daughter is dying of cancer and there's nothing she can do to stop it. And Tatiana feels guilty for adding to that list of tragedies.
That's the thing about being a good daughter or a good sibling—you carry that weight even when you're the one suffering. You worry about them worrying about you. You feel bad for making them feel bad. It doesn't make logical sense but it's completely true.
Schlossberg's sister Rose donated stem cells for her first transplant . Her brother Jack announced a run for Congress and still showed up in hospital rooms . Her parents raised her kids when she couldn't . And through all of it, they tried to hide their pain from her. And she felt it anyway.
This essay is about cancer but it's also about family. About the people who sit in hospital rooms and hold your hand. About the people you're trying to protect even when you're the one who needs protecting. About the love that's there even in the hardest moments.
