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Sandra Bois, Megane's mom<\/h3>\r\n\t\t

A story of a mom who is exhausted and who wishes wholeheartedly that her daughter makes it through.<\/h4>\r\n\t<\/div>\r\n\t
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Stories of children and their loved ones<\/p>\r\n\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t

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M\u00e9gane<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

In September 2017, Megane, my 12-year-old daughter, had just started high school. A few weeks after the start of classes, my beautiful sporty daughter came home, burned out, pale, in pain, with shoulder pains and a bleeding nose. I could see that all this was not normal, I thought she\u00a0probably had mononucleosis.<\/p>\n

On 4 October 2017, after passing a battery of blood tests at the doctor’s office, the diagnosis falls …. LEUKEMIA.<\/h4>\n

My doctor informed us that the on call doctor in hematology oncology at Sainte-Justine Hospital was waiting for us and that my daughter was surely going to be hospitalized. Everything started boiling over in my head. Yes, we were talking about cancer. I thought: “Why my 12 year old daughter?” She likes sports, she has good eating habits; why she, why us? What did we do to deserve this?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Well, nothing. The disease does not choose. They say they send the hardest tests to the strongest soldiers. Yeah, right! Me, strong? Pfft! Not really… but you learn to be. Now that we had both feet firmly planted in the system, we had no choice but to face leukemia. From the first week, we were told that my daughter had a rare and high-risk form of leukemia. That’s it, I stop breathing. Just hearing the word “high-risk” gives me chills.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

How can I explain to my daughter that she will not go back to school, that she will not be able to see her friends for a while? How do I manage her anger going forward?<\/p>\n

After the first chemotherapy, her hair was still holding on. I dared to think that my daughter would not lose her hair, that she would be the exception. Unfortunately, it was short lived. Her hair started falling. One day I washed her hair and I had the trash can right next to the bath to throw the clumps of hair away. It was a difficult moment for both her and me. But, well, my daughter just laughed it off saying we would waste less shampoo.<\/strong><\/p>\n