by Meg McElwain | Sep 9, 2019 | Cancer Mom, Faith, Grief, Life, Mental Health, Momcologist, Momcology, Philanthropy, Resilience
A friend found this poem taped in the bottom of a drawer at her grandmother’s house. Her grandmother lost a son like I have. I miss Mitchell every day and keep him in my heart always. September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. Mitchell Bays Turner...
by Meg McElwain | Jun 7, 2019 | Cancer Mom, Faith, Grief, Life, Momcologist, Momcology, Philanthropy, Resilience
Seven years ago this month, Mitchell was diagnosed with a rare infant leukemia and given only a 40% chance of survival. He was only 3 months old at diagnosis and died right after his 2nd birthday in 2014. Strangers often stop me to tell me they know our story, have...
by Meg McElwain | Jun 6, 2019 | Cancer Mom, Faith, Grief, Life, Momcologist, Momcology, Philanthropy, Resilience
There is something extra special about being from a small town. ❤️ The flowers on the alter yesterday at All Saints Episcopal Church in Grenada, Mississippi were offered to the glory of God in memory of Mitchell Bays Turner. My friend Stephanie Tierce LeClair read my...
by Meg McElwain | May 20, 2019 | Cancer Mom, Faith, Grief, Life, Resilience
Rough day in the life of my living 10-year-old son Frank. ?? (He is so precious) I got an email from one of his teachers that he is not giving his best effort and is behind on a reading project. ? We had a discussion when he got off the bus that resulted in lots of...
by Meg McElwain | May 18, 2019 | Cancer Mom, Faith, Grief, Life, Momcologist, Momcology, Resilience, Uncategorized
Sometimes I dream about Mitchell. Last night I had a vivid nightmare about my grief for him. I “choose happy” during the day because having a positive attitude about my grief helps me cope and survive. But, last night in my dream, my grief was very raw. I cried a lot....
by Meg McElwain | Apr 2, 2019 | Cancer Mom, Faith, Grief, Life, Momcologist, Momcology, Resilience
It happened again today. I was in Target. I heard a 2-year-old talking in the aisle next to me. (My ears are natural radars for a 2-year-old child). She was saying “No! No! No!” in the most innocent, yet stern voice. Typical 2-year-old. The young mom was frustrated....
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