is watching the new movie, My Sister’s Keeper. I read the book and I can’t tell you how much I hated it. It dramatized and exaggerated the decisions and emotions that childhood cancer families go through. The movie reviews I have read say that people are taken into the real, ugly, world of childhood cancer. I highly doubt that. There is a scene in the previews (which I have been captive in a theater and seen) where the father is taking the girl to the beach or something and her mother thinks it is unsafe and yells that he is going to kill her. This all in front of the two children waiting in the car.
Are you kidding me??? I can only assume her ANC (immunity) was low and so she should be kept out of public places. Father decided to take her to the beach. Mother disagrees. So they scream at each other about killing her in front of the child? I personally have met many cancer kid families and I cannot imagine this taking place.
I guess I was lucky that Luke and I were on the same page about most of these things. We took Nathan places when his immunity was low. We weighed the risks with the rewards and waulity of life and made the decisions. We did this as two loving parents in a rational discussion. If we had disagreed we would have deferred to the one afraid of the risk.
Anyway – the crux of this movie is about using one child as a donor to the other and I just don’t feel that anyone who has not made the decision themself should have the right to initiate a discussion and manipulate the general public’s feelings about it. What could be worse than weighing the life of two of your children and making decisions about it. How dare anyone assuem they know what would be right and wrong if they were in the situation.
The decisions made just about childhood cancer are hard enough. One would think that your child gets diagnosed and then the doctors tell you what the plan is and you follow the plan and then your child is cured. Luke and I could not get over the sheer number of life and death decisions we had to make for Nathan from a time not far into his treatment. We felt so ill-equipped to make such decisions yet there they were, plopped at our feet, as his parents we were the only one who could make the decisions. It is very, very stressful. I won’t even get into the types of decisions you make when your child is dying. If anyone, who hasn’t been there themselves, ever makes a movie about that I may just have to hunt them down.
I am glad childhood cancer will get exposure this weekend, that I can say, but I cringe for the misconceptions that will be spread about life with a cancer kid and what it is to be a parent of one.