Friday, August 22, 2008
My Uncle Robbie, my Aunt Sally's husband, who I have mentioned on my sidebar as having widespread cancer is succumbing to this awful disease that does not deserve to be in the same size font as the rest of the words in this post. He has been sent to a hospice center to be made comfortable while they wait for his inevitable death.
And my heart breaks in an empathetic way for my Aunt Sally that only someone who has been married to someone with cancer can comprehend.
And my heart fills with tenderness and compassion knowing that Sally is a cancer survivor herself.
And my heart explodes with sympathy for Sally and her kids, Michelle and Scott, and their kids as they spend these last remaining days with Robbie.
And I struggle with my own selfishness because as much empathy, tenderness, compassion and sympathy as I have for Sally and my cousins it is seemingly impossible for me not to lament my own situation in the midst of their current trial. Brian's constant battle for his life is reborn in my world. In my world of school and kids and parenting and dinners and errands and cleaning and laundering that makes it easy to forget the cancer in the middle of it all.
And, friends and family, what Sally is currently going through - well, let's just say... NOTHING SCARES ME MORE.
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