When I was in eighth grade, my mom was diagnosed with cancer. I felt sad, angry, and scared. As a nurse, my mom had spent her life caring for other people. She was the strongest woman I’d ever known—but soon she was tired, weak, and in pain from her treatments.
My mom also had to have three surgeries, which were really hard on her. At one point, she was hospitalized for 17 days. It was heartbreaking to know she was so sick.
But there was one thing that always brightened my day, and that was our weekly deliveries from Ceres. I loved unpacking the delicious foods and desserts. The pudding was definitely my favorite!
I also loved seeing the handmade cards that the teen volunteers sent with the meals—just to cheer us up. And it was wonderful to know that the shopping, cooking, and cleaning for each meal were all taken care of.
My parents were juggling medical appointments and their usual responsibilities. They still had to do the laundry and make sure my sister and I had rides to school.
We were all busy and tired—but Ceres fed our bodies, and it helped lift our spirits too. Instead of just eating quickly, we were able to come together over delicious meals.