Today, I’m not going to worry.
I’m not going to worry about you, laying in a hospital bed
while your family looks on, full of cautious hope and eager anticipation.
I’m not going to worry about him, who passed away almost a
decade ago, leaving his family broken and longing for his calm strength and easy
demeanor.
And I’m not going worry about myself. The girl living in
fear of a recurrence, terrified of the day the cancer she told everyone she
beat will come back to claim her life.
I’m not going to worry about how fleeting good health is. Or
how happiness can be stolen from a young couple in quick second. I won’t dream
of a parallel universe where everything goes perfectly, and nobody every cries,
and we all live long, happy, healthy lives. Where bad news never comes and bodies
don’t need to heal. Hearts keep beating long into old age and permit a father
to grow old with his daughters. And cancer doesn’t exist. Young girls keep
their hair, health and happiness. I’ll push that naïve fantasy out of my mind.
I’ll forget the time before we suffered. I’ll see it now for what it really is.
And I won’t worry.
Today, I’ll look at this life, and be pleased with how it
turned out. I will embrace a life that brings people together in a time of
crisis, allowing them to talk about their love for each other openly, unafraid.
A life that gives a young girl, so impacted by her father’s strong example and
enduring love, a future with a caring and respectful partner, who loves her
exactly how she wants to be loved. I will see this life the way it is, one
where challenge is met with opportunity, and a cancer diagnosis, however
unexpected, can give a girl the chance to grow into the person she always
dreamed of being. I will believe this life is good. Hair, health and happiness are
lost only temporarily. And sickness, like health, is fleeting.
Because this is our life, I’m not going to worry. I will
find happiness in unplanned and dissatisfying circumstances. I’ll see life as
it is – a series of unanticipated events strung together to create an existence
that, in between moments of suffering and heartache, offers glimpses of hope. I
will rise to life’s challenge. I’ll be hopeful, and know that hope matters. I
won’t demand answers, but instead, I’ll be intrigued by my questions. I’ll dare
to live care and worry free.
I’m not going to worry, because you and I are going to be
fine. Whatever ‘fine’ is, we’ll be it. In this life or the next. And we’ll
accept ‘fine’ with open arms. For no other reason than, we have to. This is our
life. Nobody else is going to live it for us. And worrying isn’t living.
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