I've always had this sense that what's meant to be will happen. In the past, this has provided some sense of relief...it's served as a little mental bumper that kicks in and says "Enough, stop pushing! Let things fall into place (or not into place)." Occasionaly, it's even made some of the struggles feel less personal and the disappointments less potent.
I gotta say, this cancer thing isn't one of them.
I don't mean that as a big, philosophical statement or emotional outburst. It's just that when we learned that the chemo port in mom's abdomen needed to be taken out, I was just...disgusted. Sometimes enough is enough, and "let things fall into place" seems very off in this particular situation.
So there. Blah.
Valarie
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Sometimes it isn't a race: it's an endurance contest. It calls on strengths and other things you don't know you have because, fortunately, you've never needed them. But they were instilled in you as you grew up.
Speaking as a former sprinter, I personally despise endurance. But you have to play the cards you are dealt. Keep a good thought, kid. I remain confident.
Ah, enough of this patronizing "old guy" tone. Faulkner said "I believe mankind will not only endure but prevail." A guy who drank that much whiskey can't be wrong. Patience, Grasshopper. It won't be the last disappointment, but you guys will prevail.
Hi Val,
We people who love to checkmark things off, love to log our daily progress, who can manage anything thrown our way as long as we feel like we can be pro-active in just the slightest way...it is really tough on us when a set back comes along. Haven't we done everything we were supposed to (and probably just a little bit more for good measure?) I'm sorry it is frustrating. Things will keep moving along, even if it feels like it is at a snail's pace.
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