I have been thinking lately what it would be like if I were a cancer patient. How and where do these cancer victims get their strength from? Yet, everyday I see people complain about their miserable lives. I am very ashamed to see a healthy person commit suicide while ill patients fight every minute and every second just to have a life at all.
Imagine I have my head shave and my breasts cut off. Plus, I have to stay in a hospital all day. Who will visit me? Besides my own family, which kinds of friends would come see me regularly? I was always a loner in high school so I wonder if anyone would care. I'm merely 18 years old. I haven't experience life yet and death is already calling me. But I will fight on because I would want to live like everyone else.
Honestly, I don't think I'm mentally as strong as the actual victims of cancer. Maybe not just cancer patients, but people who have other incurable diseases as well. I admire them very much and I wish there is more that I can do for them. I don't have money to financial support them. Perhaps a get well letter or a visit at the hospital would be enough. Would it?
What about those parents who have to lose their children because of illness like cancer? And what do children go through when they learn their mother or father is suffering from an illness that can not be fixed? I can only dream what kind of pain they must have and other things they must sacrifice to pay for the medical bills.
I remember my mother suddenly got sick one day and we had to send her into an emergency room. I was only in 6th or 7th grade at the time. My report card came that day too so I literally ran from school to give it to my mother at the hospital. I even stopped by a park to pick up flowers for her (I'm not sure it that's illegal). She was so happy because my grades were really high and the flowers were nice (although most of them were dying). When my dad came into the room, my mother asked him immediately to have the hospital discharge her because she knew we couldn't afford it. The doctor made her stay for two days though because she wouldn't stop throwing up. Luckily, my mother's illness wasn't so serious so she was able to come home within a week. But it really did scare me. What if it really was something serious?
We are so focused on all the bad stuff that are going on around us. We never stop and look for a moment to see how lucky we are or what good things have been done in our very own community. We don't appreciate those who are going through much worse anymore. Why is that?
Good post. It's up to each and every one of us to live our lives to the fullest every day, but then again living life is just that.
I think you would be surprised... and I'll leave it at that.
I know a boy from my church who has a cancer in his brain and spine. He is only seven years old and has been going through kimotherapy for quite some time now. He could no longer run around and play like his friends do. He could no longer laugh like he used to. Everyone in the church, including his families and relatives, we've been praying for his recovery. Just as we thought he was getting better, the worst was yet to come. The doctors and declared there is nothing they can do about him now. Kemotherapy hasn't worked and neither will radiation be very effective at this point. However, his parents have shown such courage and faith that astonished everyone around and so has the boy. All we can do now is pray and wait for God's miracle.