The Silent Intruder
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Lita Mortimer
An East End bornmum of six, with a zest for life, & a life of living still to enjoy. I am afull time carer to my youngest sonliving with Aspergers Syndrome, an autistic spectrum disorder. I decided to write aboutour journey with cancer in the hope of it helpingus allaccept what was happening & hopefully help others about to take their own journey.
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The Silent Intruder - Lita Mortimer
INTRODUCTION
This is how my life was turned upside down by something I had never thought about before, but that was until this gate crashed our lives. I was an ordinary mum, grandmother & wife. Then Cancer invaded our lives & changed it forever, even now I can’t bring myself to say I have Cancer
each time I try it sticks in my throat, its such a small word but the devastation it causes goes way deeper than the physical scars to try & remove it. I can’t say for sure why I am writing all this, maybe to try & accept what is or maybe to look back on it in time once I am strong enough to accept that it is a new member of my family & not about to go away. I know there’s going to be times when there will be tears & hard times, I hope there’s going to be laughter somewhere & I hope that somehow or another it will help us accept this new path our lives are about to travel. How is it possible for the human body to be so strong, yet susceptible to something so lethal? The mind so complex yet so easy to muddle & confuse, & why is it possible for our heart to continue beating when it has been broken? I am normally a strong person. Always coping with whatever life throws at me, at the same time never being afraid to show true feelings & emotions. I have always taught my kids to be open with their feelings; we were never allowed to be that way when we were growing up. I have also told them that a true friend is a loyal friend & one to be cherished. I need a friend right now, & I hope all the friends that keep telling me what would I do without you
are able to be as good a friend to me because I need them right now. Just to listen to my worries & fears & be an emotional support my family & myself. To wipe away my tears the way I wiped theirs, to be my shoulder, & help my family the way we helped theirs. I wish there was a magic wand to wave this away because I so need one right now. Or better still just to wake up to find this has been nothing more than a nightmare. I know that isn’t going to happen so instead I am hoping we have the strength, love & loyalty for each other to see it to the end. Right now none of us know what the end is going to be, we will have to wait, hope & wish. I was born in the East End of London in the 60’s, the third oldest of seven children. Five boys & two girls, I would be lying if I said life was easy because it wasn’t. I lived with & came to terms with some of the worst kinds of abuse. Some of which I choose not to talk about at this time & some I gathered the courage to include here as part of my healing. Because of certain events in my life I began playing truant from school & was considered ’out of control’. As a result I was placed in care till I was sixteen. I was glad to be taken away from home because I was sexually abused from the age of nine till I went into care when I was twelve. It meant the poor excuse for a human being that I call ‘it’ couldn’t do what it was doing to me anymore. My abuser wasn’t a family member but was well known by the family so was able to do whatever, whenever. I have written about my sexual abuse because during my treatment for Cancer the abuse was brought out from the deepest, darkest parts of my memory making me relive things that I had managed to lock away for so many years. It was mentally & psychologically exhausting because apart from what I had told family & friends I had never gone into details of what had happened during that time of my life & seeing it in print was almost as hard as it was back then. My only satisfaction was knowing that ’it’ could never do that to any other innocent child because I heard ’it’ was crushed by a truck in a freak accident a few years ago. It isn’t what I call justice because I never had the courage to make it pay for what it had done to me. Growing up wasn’t easy & I had it tough but I also know that some other members of my family had it tougher. We were fed, kept clean & apart from minor spats with my brothers most of us were very protective of each other. Our parents made us always shoulder our own burdens. Never let outsiders know what was going on inside. We were never really shown any affection or told that we were loved & I can honestly say I can never recall a time when I had been given a kiss or cuddle by my parents & I could never talk about feelings or would never ask anyone for help in any way. That’s changed now that I am grown & with my own children. They were & still are, shown unconditional love & are never afraid to display affection. Kisses & cuddles are always freely handed out & returned. As a child I saw adults as a threat & not as protectors. I found life harder & harder as I grew older; I became an adult before I lived my life as a child. Thanks to my abuser my childhood was stolen. I am thankful looking back now that it never made me pregnant or gave me a disease, which was a very real possibility, as it never, used any form of protection. Only one & that was to protect its self from being discovered, it would always tell me it would do ’it’ to my mum if anyone ever found out. I couldn’t bear the thought of mum going through that kind of pain so to protect her I kept quiet & I accepted that no one was able to help me so I lived with that grief. After I went into care life was hard because of bullies & not having contact with my family so as a thirteen-year-old I ran away & lived in a squat where everyone believed I was eighteen & was treated like an adult. That was until eight months later I was returned to care. I had no choice so I lived with that grief. Then When I was just fourteen & in care I gave birth to my son after fourteen hours, but he was sixteen weeks early & never even had a chance to take a breath. That was my little Angel that I named Skye. I was all alone in a little hospital cubical & so scared. I laid my tiny son on my chest & kissed him goodbye. I had never before felt pain like I felt in my heart that day. I would have gone through twenty labours if it meant I could have heard his cry or felt him move outside of my body, I was riddled with guilt at the fact that once again my body had let me down & I still live with that grief everyday. He wasn’t allowed to be buried because in those days he was classed as a miscarriage & taken from me, put in a ’kidney bowl’ & disposed of like he was little more than hospitals refuse. I wish I had the courage then to fight for his right to be given a proper burial but I didn’t & I live with that grief & guilt everyday but still life goes on.
I was about a year old when this was taken
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