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Crazy, how some stories just fall into your lap. But what’s worse is – the cost. And what’s more, the struggle and fight, prior to the words getting onto the page.
This blog post has been months in the making as the cancer took and took from the victims. I say victims because the patient is not the only victim. There is a wife or husband, children, parents, siblings, nephews or nieces and maybe grandparents, but definitely friends and extended families involved in this breakdown of a person.
One thing I’ve learned by “My Midlife,” Cancer is never fair. It breaks the person’s body down, taking and taking what it thinks is his. It is a journey – sometimes short, sometimes long. But it seems everlasting when walking through it. This brutal disease’s enemies are highly powerful medications that try and kill it. In the midst, it weakens the patient’s body – tissues and systems – imperative to make it function.
But it doesn’t take the spirit of the fighter. The soul inside the earthly cavity fights to stay alive. Fights to be in its comforted home, family, being. It fights to see another day. It fights to LIVE.
Days become more memorable. Like sands falling in an hour glass, time is limited. Making the best of it, is key. Time spent with family is sacred, not only to the patient – to continue to live as long as he or she can, but to leave with the best memories for his or her wife or husband and children. He or she chooses life’s sweetest memories.
By “My Midlife,” I understand that as Christians, we know that the spirit does continue to live. It moves to a better place, a place of comfort where it’s wrapped in the arms of our Lord. It awaits for God’s allotted time for our spirit to join him or her in heaven.
We see his or her spirit in the people he or she has left behind. We watch him or her in the growth of his or her children. We are encouraged by the spouse that keeps that spirit alive by reminders of the precious times through stories and trinkets.
Death, at any age is difficult. But to be young – a child, a young adult or even a young mother father, the fairness of this disease is unspeakable. There are losses to this disease – the life it stole, the dreams it took, the hurt and counseling both monetarily and financially it causes in its wake.
But somehow there is resilience! There are relationships from afar that have been reignited. New ties to extended friends and family are made due to the loss. Security in prayers from around the world. Benefits, helping in some ways, to better the family on this treacherous journey.
From his or her passing, we grow some closure to the effect that cancer took. But we never forget the brief visit that person had in this life. We never forget who he or she left behind. We pray for and encourage the spouse and the next generation.
Then when the pain starts to subside, just a bit, there’s an excitement to see the next generation. We eagerly watch what they will accomplish in this life, making both their parents proud. I pray these children find comfort knowing that they have a parent in both worlds, one on earth and one watching from above them, in a world no longer in pain.