Last night, just before I headed to bed, I read a blog post written by a bloggy friend, whose husband has suffered and beaten kidney cancer. But those chips – they fall. Not always as we want, not always in our idea of good timing. As they prepared to head out on their annual family vacation, he went to the ER. He was admitted. There are many fears, but we pray – we pray he will be just fine.
Her story raised goosebumps on my skin – and reminders from the past, when husband was suffering, when he had a cancer he could not beat, that found it’s way into his brain. The surgery. The year following. The end. I wish, I pray, I fervently hope this is not the path she is looking at. I would wish that on no one. Her husband is younger, has much to live for. Please, let him live.
I wrote those words, re-read them – hope, if she reads them, they do not bow her lower. It is not my intention to weigh her down more. It is a reminder to me – to each and everyone of us – to appreciate more, to find fault less, to remember – always – that there are no promises. Don’t waste your time with your loved ones in anger. Make peace. Tolerance, thoughtfulness – without those, there cannot be living together.