[S]iblings need to hear that what they feel matters.
My sisters and I were scared that my sister was going to die. We weren't able
to go to public places and also weren't allowed to have friends in my house.
"Ask how we are feeling. Don't assume you know."
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Simply understanding the depth of the pain and fears of your healthy children
eases their path. Being available to listen, to say, "I hear how painful this
is for you," or "You sound scared. I am, too," makes siblings feel that they
are still valued members of the family; that even though their brother or
sister is absorbing the lion's share of parents' time and care, they are still
cherished. Even if parents do not have large amounts of time to spend with
them, siblings need to hear that what they feel matters. If parents understand
that these overwhelming emotions are normal, expected, healthy, they can
In the hope that telling their stories will illuminate the difficulties faced
by the siblings, brothers and sisters of children with leukemia shared the
My brother's a legend
To Erin Hall (eighteen years old), her brother has become a "legend" by
surviving childhood cancer.
I'm really proud of my brother Judson for handling everything so well. During
those years there were times when I was jealous of him, not only for the
attention he received, but for his courage as well. This little boy was going
through so much and I still cowered at getting my finger pricked. As I look
back, I wonder if I would have been able to make it through, not only
physically, but emotionally as well.
According to some people a person needs to be dead in order to be a legend, or
to have been famous, or well liked. A legend to me though, is someone who has
accomplished something incredible, enduring many hardships and pains, and still
comes out of it smiling.
Judd is a legend to me because he didn't give up in a time that he might have.
He is a legend because he survived an illness that many do not. Now I look at
him after being in remission for almost five years, and I hope that someday if
I am ever faced with a challenge like his, I will have the same strength and
courage he had.
My brother has leukemia
Eight-year-old Amanda Moodie experienced many ups and downs when her brother
Sometimes having a brother with leukemia is fun, like when my family goes on
the Fantasy Flight to the North Pole, and going to the special summer camp, and
getting special privileges at Disney World.
But other times, it can be really hard, especially when William gets put in the
hospital. Right now, he can't leave his room in the hospital, and the doctors
wear masks when they come in. I HATE seeing that. And he stays in for very long
periods of time. The first time, he was there for almost three weeks! It comes
so suddenly. He has stayed out for five months, then BAM! He's back in. And the
worst of it is, people are always pitying us. "Poor little boy." "Poor
William." I guess they like pitying us.
So, leukemia has ups and downs like everything else, but to me it's mostly
For brothers and sisters
Ellen Zimmerman discusses the impact that her cancer had on her siblings.
(Reprinted with permission from Candlelighters Youth Newsletter, Summer
1994, Vol. XVI No. 3.)
I am the first of four children and the only girl. When I was diagnosed with
ALL at the age of fourteen, it affected all our lives. My brother Wes was
thirteen, Matthew was four, and Erik was two. They and my parents were my
When I was first diagnosed and in the hospital, Dr. Plunkett asked if I wanted
anyone besides my parents present when he gave us the diagnosis. I told him I
wanted Wes with me. Wes is only fourteen months younger than I am, and we have
always been very close. He took it all in, and we all decided that we would
face this thing, and beat it, as a family. Then he and I sent our parents off
so we could have some private time together.
Wes was my support at school and at home. He stuck up for me and kept an eye on
me. I lost some of my "friends" after I was diagnosed because of my illness and
their fear of it. Wes was always there for me. That's not to say we didn't have
our fights. Poor Wes-I could hit him, but he couldn't hurt me physically
because of my low blood counts. Sometimes I took advantage of that.
Matt and Erik were also a great source of comfort and support. They would
accompany my mom and me to treatments and hold my hand when I got stuck. If one
of them wasn't with me when I went in, the nurses would ask me where they were.
These little boys made it easier for me to be brave.
I hope my brothers know how much I appreciate, too, the extra time they gave me
with our parents during my illness. My parents were very good about splitting
time between me and my brothers. If one was with me at treatment or the
hospital, then the other was spending time with the boys. Family and friends
were also a big help.
I've been out of treatment for ten years now. I teach second grade and spend a
week of my summer as a counselor at a camp for kids with cancer. I am the proud
sister of three Eagle Scouts. Wes is married now and lives in another state. I
realize how much he meant to me during that trying time and how much he means
to me now.
If you are a sibling to someone with cancer and wonder if you make a difference
to your sick brother or sister, I would like to tell you that you make a very
When my brother got cancer
Annie Walls (fifteen years old) relates a positive outcome to her and her
brother's battle with childhood cancer.
One experience in my life that was in no way comfortable for my family or
myself and caused me a lot of confusion and grief was when my brother had
leukemia. Along with the disruption of this event, it also caused me to grow
tremendously as a person. The Thanksgiving of my third-grade year, Pres-ton, my
brother, became very ill and was diagnosed a few weeks later with having
This event helped me to grow to become a better person in many ways. When my
brother had very little hair or was puffed out from certain drugs I learned to
respect people's differences and to stick up for them when they're made fun of.
Also, when Preston was in the hospital I was taught to deal with a great amount
of jealousy that I had. He received many gifts, cards, flowers, candy, games,
and so many other material things that I envied. Most of all though, he
received all the attention and care of my mother, father, relatives, and
friends. This is what I was jealous of the most. As I look back now, I can't
believe that I was that insensitive and self-centered to be mad at my brother
at a time like that.
The thing that made this a "graced" experience was the fact that it enabled me
to be very close to my brother as we grew up. My brother and I are now good
friends and are able to talk and share our experiences with each other. I don't
think that we would have this same relationship if he never had leukemia and I
think that has been a very positive outcome. Another thing that has been a
positive outcome of this event is the people I've been able to meet. Through
all the support groups, camps, and events for children with cancer and their
siblings, I have met some people with more courage and more heart than anyone
could imagine. In no way am I saying that I'm glad my brother had cancer, but I
will say I'm very glad with some of the outcomes from it.
My sister had cancer
Eleven-year-old Jeff Pasowicz explains what happened when "My Sister Had
Cancer." (Reprinted from CCCF Canada CONTACT newsletter Vol. XVI No. 2 Spring
My sister Jamie got cancer when she was twenty-three months old. I was eight,
and my two other sisters were six and four.
My sisters and I were scared that my sister was going to die. We weren't able
to go to public places and also weren't allowed to have friends in my house. We
missed a lot of school when there was chicken pox in our school. I got teased
in school sometimes because my sister had no hair. Once an older kid called my
sister a freak. My mom was sad most of the time. It was very hard.
We are all pleased that Jamie is doing well, and our lives are getting back to
normal. It was an experience I'll never forget, and I hope it has made me a
From a sibling
Fifteen-year-old Sara McDonnall won first prize in the 1995 Candlelighters
Creative Arts Contest with her essay, "From a Sibling."
Childhood cancer--a topic most teens don't think much about. I know I didn't
until it invaded our home.
Childhood cancer totally disrupts lives, not only of the patient, but also of
those closest to him/her, including the siblings. First, I was numbed with
unbelieving shock. "This can't be happening to me and my family." Along with
this came a whole dictionary full of incomprehensible words and a total
restructuring of our (up to that time) fairly normal life-style.
One day in July 1988, I was waiting for my parents to pick me up from summer
camp and anticipating the start of our family vacation to Canada. When they
arrived, they informed me that my older brother Danny was very sick, and we
wouldn't be taking that trip after all. The following day the call came that
confirmed the diagnosis. Instead of packing for vacation, we packed our bags
and headed for Children's Hospital in Denver, 200 miles away, where Danny was
scheduled for surgery and chemotherapy.
I developed my own disease (perhaps from fear I would "catch" what Danny had),
with symptoms similar to my brother's:
Sympathy pains. I asked, "Why him?" when he came home from the hospital,
exhausted from throwing up a life-saving drug for three days.
Fear. "How much sicker is Danny going to get before he gets well? He is going
to get well, isn't he?"
Resentment. My parents seemed so worried about him all the time. They didn't
seem to have time for me anymore.
Confusion. Why couldn't Danny and I wrestle around like we used to? Why
couldn't I slug him when he made me mad?
Jealousy. I felt insignificant when I was holding down the fort at home.
The parts I hated the most were: not understanding what was being done to him;
answering endless worried phone calls; and hearing the answers to my own
questions when my parents talked to other people.
I was helped to sort out these feelings and identify with other siblings when I
attended a program held just for teens who had siblings with cancer. We got
together, tried to learn how to cross-country ski, and talked about our
siblings and ourselves.
Perhaps you remember this story: "US [speed skating] star Dan Jansen, 22,
carrying a winning time into the back straightaway of the 1000 meter race,
inexplicably fell. Two days earlier, after receiving word that his older
sister, Jane, had died of leukemia, Dan crashed in the 500 meter" (Life
Magazine). Having a sibling with cancer can immobilize even an Olympic athlete.
Dan was expected to bring home two gold medals, but cancer in a sibling
intervened. He became, instead, the most famous cancer sibling of all time. He
shared his grief before a television audience of two billion people. Dan later
went on to win the World Cup in Norway and Germany, and capture the gold at the
Olympics. He is the first to tell you the real champions can be found in the
oncology wards of children's hospitals across our nation, and the siblings who
are fighting the battle right along beside them.
Siblings: Having our say
Naomi Chesler gives advice to parents and siblings of those with childhood
Twelve young people aged 7 to 29 met at the 25th Anniversary Candlelighters
Conference to talk about what it is like having a sibling with cancer in the
family. We talked about our families, our anger, jealousy, worries, and fears,
and thought about what we wanted to tell others about our experiences. In fact,
we made lists of things we wanted other people to know: one for parents, one
for other children or young adults in our position, and one for the child who
has been diagnosed with cancer.
Some parts of these lists reflect anger and bitterness, but that was not the
overriding feeling in the session. I hope it isn't the only message you take
away. If nothing else, the issues raised here may provide you with a good
starting point for discussions in your own family.
- We know you are burdened and trying to be fair. But try harder.
- Give us equal time.
- Be tough on disciplining the child with cancer. No free rides.
- Put yourself in our shoes once in a while.
- If you are away from home a lot, at least call and tell us, "I love you."
- Tell us what is going on. Don't just sit us in front of a video (about
cancer); talk with us about it.
- Keep special time with us like lunch once a week or something. Time for
just us. And if you can't be with us, find someone who can.
- When you talk to family members, say how everyone is doing-what we are
doing is important, too.
- Ask how we are feeling. Don't assume you know.
To siblings of newly diagnosed kids:
- Keep a diary if you don't want to talk to your parents.
- Expect to not get as much attention.
- Expect that your parents are going to be extra cautious about what your
brother/sister does, who he/she hangs out with, etc.
- Hang in there. You're all you've got for now.
- Don't feel like you have to think about the illness all the time.
- Be understanding of your parents and stay involved.
- Tell someone how you are feeling-don't bottle it up.
- Go to the hospital to visit when you can.
- Make as many friends as possible at school.
To our siblings who struggled or are struggling with cancer:
- The world does not revolve around you.
- Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
- Not everything is related to cancer. Stop using that as an excuse for
- I'm jealous of you sometimes, but I'm not mad. I know it sometimes seems
like I'm mad, but I'm not.
- Don't take advantage of all the extra attention you get.
- Tell mom and dad to pay attention to me sometimes, too.
- Now that you are feeling better, where's the gratitude for all those chores
that I did?
- I really admire your strength and courage. I wouldn't have gotten through
your illness without you.