Darcy J. Busch, children's author

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The Day My Life Came Crashing Down by Darcy Busch

    IT BEGAN AS ANY NORMAL FRIDAY. I went towork teaching preschool; a job that that I loved and feltappreciated. The day dragged on. I had to leave workearly for a doctor appointment, a meeting that I truly dreaded. Finally, it was naptime for my students, meaningit was time for me to see what my would doctor have to say.  Although only a ten minute drive, the trip to my appointment seemed like an eternity. I had a horrible feeling the moment I stepped inside my doctor’s office.  It might not be a normal day after all, I feared. The doctor entered the room, sat down, took a deep breath and spilled out the three dreadful words.  “You have cancer,” she said. She went on and informed me that I needed to get an operation as soon as possible.  The rest of the visit became a big blur. I did not  remember much of the conversation that ensued. When our meeting ended I sped home in my car and broke down the moment I stepped into my house. Tears poured down my face. My husband came home from work and I told him what had happened. It was hard for me to share the heart wrenching news, but more difficult to tell him than finding out for myself. We sat on our bed and hugged; both trying to reassure the other.  My daughter was next to find out my condition. She had yet to arrive home from school.  “Oh how can I tell her that her mother may not be around to see her grow up and get married?” I asked myself.  When she finally arrived, we sat down on the sofa and I began the talk that no parent should ever have to have with a child. I could not sleep later that night. Suddenly the phone rang. I could not make out the mumblings from the other side of the line. My husband walked in; he had that same look that he had had earlier.  “What , what is it?” I asked.  “One of your students was killed in a car accident,”  he said.  “What, no…who?” I asked.  “Connor,” he said.  Just when I thought that nothing more horrible could happen it did. I sank into a deep depression. Thefuneral was held on Sunday, followed by my surgery on Monday. Both days do not seem real to me; even to this day. Afterward, I prayed for God to provide me an answer as to why all of this had to happen. Finally, it came to me.  “Take control of your life,” a voice in my head echoed.  Knowing what had to be done, I quit my job and enrolled in college to make my long forgotten dream of being a pediatrician a reality. At Wichita State University my love of writing was rekindled.  Sitting at the computer one day, the words began flowing. Before long I had written my first manuscript.  I mailed it to a publisher and waited. A few days later, after coming home from school, there was a message on my answering machine. I pushed the button on the machine.  “We want to publish your book,” a voice said.  The words kept replaying in my head. I knew right there and then my new purpose in life. Everything that I do from that moment forward will be in the memory of my little guy.  Forever & Always.