Monthly Archives: June 2015

What to say when there’s nothing to say

When you have a child with cancer, social media can provide a wonderful lifeline of support. When Claire was sick I used Caring Bridge to communicate updates to the myriads of supportive people who were following her story throughout treatment ( I know many have also used Facebook to do the same. Living with pediatric cancer can be isolating at times and it is a good feeling to be able to post progress, concerns, happy milestones and requests for prayers and good thoughts and receive immediate comments of love and support, reaffirming the fact that you are not alone.


But on the other hand, sometimes comments received through social media can be devastating. I would hope that most people really do want to be helpful but sometimes things are said out of ignorance which can potentially make the parents feel worse not better. I remember one time after I had written an entry about how challenging things were and how it was so hard to watch my daughter struggle and be in pain, an anonymous person left a comment telling me I should just be thankful that she was still alive and I didn’t have an empty place at my dinner table. I believe I had expressed how thankful I was that she was still alive, but that didn’t negate the suffering she was enduring. And now that I have had an empty place at the dinner table for the over three years since Claire died, I still would never say to a parent who is watching their child fight cancer that they should just be thankful that they are still alive. It goes without saying that any parent whose child is fighting a life threatening disease is thankful every minute that their child is still breathing. But the cancer journey is still hard. Very hard. And painful. And scary. Scary because of the words we all dread to hear from the doctors…”I’m sorry, there’s nothing more we can do for your child.”

One of Claire’s last clinic visits at Minneapolis Children’s with mom (Jane), dad (Jerry) and Dr. Lori Ranney. (photo by Chris Polydoroff)

So when someone you care about is fighting this fight and hears those dreaded words, what should you say? What comments can you offer on their social media site that will provide the support they need at a time when nothing can make it better? And are there things that should not be said?


Unless you have experienced this kind of tragedy it may be difficult to know how to respond. Here are some practical things to consider which may assist those who want to be helpful but not hurtful. Let’s start with the things to avoid:


  • Do NOT offer Advice. Forget about suggesting the latest miracle cure fad such as cannabis oil, a special diet or something you heard about on the internet. Trust me, these parents have already turned over every possible stone to find a cure for their child. If a cure existed they would have found it and used it.
  • Do NOT resort to PlatitudesWhile some popular sayings may have meaning and truth for you, now is not the time to tell a parent who is about to witness the death of their child that “Everything happens for a reason,” or “This is God’s will,” or “At least their suffering will be over.” This is not to say, however, that they have given up or have stopped fighting for their child. I would imagine most parents hope for a miracle up until their child’s last breath. I know I did. But I also knew the reality that my daughter would not continue to live. I saw her decline. I saw her slip away from us slowly.
  • Do NOT sit in Judgement. Refrain from questioning any decisions the parents or family members have made. Parents in this situation second guess themselves enough. Worries about whether or not they did enough to save their child will haunt them the rest of their lives. The last thing they need at this time is to have others challenge their choices.


And on a positive note:


  • Show Compassion. Speak from the heart and share your sadness and depth of emotion that they are going through something so difficult. The harsh reality is that this is a situation that cannot be fixed, so suggesting possible solutions is not appropriate. But what can help is that they will know they are not alone because there are those who are willing to stand with them in their pain and sorrow and sadness and fear.
  • Express Concern. Tell them you are thinking about them or praying for them. But be sensitive to the cultural and spiritual beliefs and practices of the family going through this. If prayer is meaningful to them, offer to pray for them. If they are comforted by Scripture or religious writings, quote them. But if they are atheists, use non-religious terms. And if you are uncertain about their beliefs try to use neutral language and avoid quoting Bible verses because it might feel “preachy” to them instead of bringing them comfort. Be respectful of their beliefs and values, especially if they differ from your own.
  • Commend them for their conduct. Offer encouraging words of affirmation to let them know they are doing a good job as parents and you know they love their child more than anything. Acknowledge that you trust them to do what is best and validate their decisions as they are theirs to make. Parents and families facing this situation are most likely exhausted at this point – physically and emotionally. They need affirmation, encouragement and unconditional love.
(Photo by Chris Polydoroff)
(Photo by Chris Polydoroff)


I wrote this piece last fall but am feeling it today….

Sinking in quicksand.

Can’t breathe.

Can’t move.

Barely keeping my head above ground.

It takes every ounce of energy not to give up and give in and allow my entire being to be sucked down into the suffocating depths.

And yet life goes on all around me and no one seems to notice my peril.

Voiceless screams emanate from the deep recesses of my soul,

“Can’t you see I’m dying??!!”

But no one hears.


Fucking grief.

It’s always there –

the constant stabbing pain in my heart exaggerated with each breath.

And most days I can continue to function, or at least pretend to.

But not on the quicksand days.


Simple tasks become impossible.

Take a shower?

I can’t, I’m buried in quicksand and can’t get out.

Send an email?

I would, but I can’t feel my arms or legs.

Make small talk to friends and acquaintances?

The choking sand compresses so tightly around my lungs and chest I open up my mouth and nothing comes out.

Words and thoughts are jumbled in my brain and I can’t make sense of anything.


The worst part

is not knowing how long I will be here

Or how I even got here in the first place.

I brace myself with expectancy

for the familiar triggers –

Claire’s birthday

My birthday

Mother’s Day



March 1 – the date she left us

June 21 – the date I took her to the ER and our lives were changed forever.

But this one caught me unaware

and unprepared.

I am crippled by its relentless, debilitating grasp.


I sift through memories,

wondering what my body is remembering

that my mind is not.

Perhaps it’s the temperature of the air

or the position of the sun,

just like that cool September evening

when Claire looked at me with horror in her eyes,

asking, “what is this lump?”

even though we both knew deep down

the evil rhabdo beast had returned.

Or the crisp October morning

I received the unexpected news

that tumors were also growing

in my body.


And then there’s back to school…

Claire should be starting her second year of college.

Ben should be returning to become a diesel mechanic.

Instead their ashes keep us company

As we hear stories of sobbing parents moving their kids into dorm rooms,

anticipating painful separation…

Until Thanksgiving or Christmas, I suppose.


So here I sit

Two and a half years

Into this thing called grief.

Paralyzed once again.

And angry.

So angry.

Rage comes out sideways.

I feel resentment and disdain towards a young family

Who block my running path

As their photographer captures images

Of their carefree existence.

I realize I am not really angry with them,

But rather with the fact that I will never

Be afforded the luxury of taking more pictures

Of my child

Or the grandchildren who will never be.

The pain overwhelms me

And no one knows

What a great feat I am accomplishing

By merely continuing to put one foot in front of the other.