Another day at the cancer hospital getting a reality check. And signing up for Round 5.
Mom: Look at all the people in here today again. There are just so many people with cancer. Old people. Young people. Cancer sure doesn’t doesn’t discriminate, does it?
Me: No, it definitely doesn’t.
Mom: I sure hope that none of you kids ever have to go through this.
Me: Yes, me too. But it’s just so common. They used to say that one in four people gets cancer. Now, I think it’s becoming more like one in two.
Mom: You know, lots of these people won’t get the amount of time that I’ve had. I’ve had my miracles.
Me: You most definitely have.
Mom: Yes. But I know it can’t last forever. I know that my time is coming too.
It felt strangely comforting to hear that one small acknowledgement from her – of the reality ahead. It made my heart swell in the most unexpected way. I realized then just how much my own acceptance of this is wrapped up in hers.
One day at a time.
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