questionsPosted: December 28, 2012
Cancer when you are trying to be rid of it haunts you. There always seems to be one scan cleared, but a blood test is awry and so a different scan is ordered. It is not binary, here or gone. Instead it always lurks, perhaps only in our minds.
And what is healing, or a cure? How miraculous that cells combine like the tiny machines that they are to close our wounds or swallow our enemies. And in the same manner, how tragic when their complex defense falls short.
When my father returned from World War II as a young man he had tuberculosis and a cancerous tumor on his neck. The hospital ward he was in was full of wounded veterans who had seen hard action. They often passed the time playing poker. A doctor once interrupted the soldier’s poker game to take Dad’s blood pressure. Dad had just won a big jackpot on the last hand and his blood pressure was elevated dangerously. The doctor told him that he wouldn’t live to get out of the hospital. Dad just laughed.
Many years later he told me that story, and then seriously said sometimes you have to decide if you live or die. I won’t say that we can always choose the result, but we can choose how we live, and express that in how we live each day.
May your days reflect your hope to others.