I know some of you might ask how we live with cancer, with all this difficulty. My answer is God changes you. God gives you strength to appreciate your life. Not life compared to others but your own life. There are good times for us, although I know for most of you those days would be bad days for you, but for us they are good days. We still laugh, and enjoy each other, it is just different. Victories are relative. Andrea being able to walk to the kitchen and back without oxygen is a victory right now. That can be a good day, maybe not good to you or even to us one year ago but it is today. And we celebrate those days and accomplishments. Andrea did not throw up today, victory. Andrea did not need a pain pill today, good day. But no matter what lying down in bed at night and praying with Andrea equals a good day. Waking up in the middle of the night and being able to touch her, always a good day. Hearing her pray is always comforting, and always a good day. There is an intensity of living with death so close and I don’t expect this will continue for the rest of our life, but the appreciation of life will always be there, the ability to truly appreciate the blessing of another day and overlook things that do not deserve a second of my attention. I pray I never lose that.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
A Good Day
I know some of you might ask how we live with cancer, with all this difficulty. My answer is God changes you. God gives you strength to appreciate your life. Not life compared to others but your own life. There are good times for us, although I know for most of you those days would be bad days for you, but for us they are good days. We still laugh, and enjoy each other, it is just different. Victories are relative. Andrea being able to walk to the kitchen and back without oxygen is a victory right now. That can be a good day, maybe not good to you or even to us one year ago but it is today. And we celebrate those days and accomplishments. Andrea did not throw up today, victory. Andrea did not need a pain pill today, good day. But no matter what lying down in bed at night and praying with Andrea equals a good day. Waking up in the middle of the night and being able to touch her, always a good day. Hearing her pray is always comforting, and always a good day. There is an intensity of living with death so close and I don’t expect this will continue for the rest of our life, but the appreciation of life will always be there, the ability to truly appreciate the blessing of another day and overlook things that do not deserve a second of my attention. I pray I never lose that.
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Oh, there are so many subtle blessings in life we take for granted!
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