Two weeks ago, I was working as a waitress in a restaurant in the suburbs of Philadelphia.
I had just finished my shift and was walking to the bus stop when a friend called and told me that my baby daughter, Bella, had gone to the hospital for a test.
Bella was diagnosed with stage 4 glioblastoma, which is an aggressive form of brain cancer.
I hadn’t told her that I was having a baby.
I felt like a fool for not being able to say anything.
Bella’s family was also struggling with the decision.
Bella, now 18, is one of the few girls I’ve ever known who has cancer.
Bella had to be put on a ventilator because her blood pressure was too high.
As she was getting out of the hospital, I went back to work.
My daughter had cancer.
As Bella began to recover from the chemo, I asked her to tell me what was happening with her.
I told her, “You’ve been through the worst.
I’ll be your father.”
I didn’t want her to worry.
I also wanted her to know that she was loved and wanted.
I wanted her father to know she was going to be fine.
I don’t want Bella to worry anymore.
I know that’s the right thing to do, because it is.
Bella is doing so well, she is going to live, and I am going to raise her as she wants.
The first thing I want to do is support her, because she has my full support and will be able to move forward.
I will be a mom and I will love her.
The next thing I would want to say is that I’m proud of her.
She is doing well.
She’s doing well, and it’s the first time in her life where she’s doing great.
I’ve seen her take her first steps.
I love her, and she loves me.
My second goal is to help her understand how much she means to me and her mother.
We are not in this together, but she is my daughter, and when she gets older, I will have her.
We want Bella’s mother to know, I’m so proud of you.
You are making her proud.
We have a bond.
She has my love.
She will grow up in a loving, loving, safe, supportive family.
I am proud of Bella and I’m going to make sure she is the best mom she can be.