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Hi Everyone,
I wanted to share my experience. When I was first diagnosed 4 years ago and my two daughters were 8 and 10 years old, I was really scared of not being here for them. I was stage 3b and given a poor prognosis. (but now since herceptin, I know that the statistics are not valid and I think my prognosis is (Excellent)) At the time, I imagined that I would just sit down at a computer and start writing everything I would want them to know. I was going to tell them everything I would need to tell them as they grew up. I was going to catagorize it and make a long list for each new year of their lives. ex. everything they need to know at 11, and 12, and 13, etc.
Then just a moment later, I had a beautiful thought. I realized that my children had always been my greatest teachers! They taught me what really matters in life. They reminded me how to live each day to the fullest. They showed me how to be filled with awe with the wonders of nature. I remember how long my 2yr old daughter would examine a rose bud. And the long walks with them as toddlers where they had to check out every leaf and object on the road.
Yes, I want to live a long life and indulge in every moment with them. I want to experience life with them as long as possible, but now I have this deep sense and awareness that they would be absolutely fine without me. I have complete faith in them and their God that guides them and know that they'll be fine. I also have that deep faith that God is guiding me too and I'm grateful for every new day I have and every new breath. I now it is a gift. I won't take it for granted.
Thanks for bringing up this important topic,
Margaret
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