These past couple weeks have been truly awful. From my Mom’s diagnosis of Stage III Breast Cancer, to losing the home that I’ve invested two darn years of hard labour. Add to that my life’s savings that’s going down the drain. Truly, it’s been down pouring defeat, misfortune, disasters and adversities. But I couldn’t find myself crying in despair or wallowing in bad fate, my family needs me now more than ever. F*ck my pride and the tangible possessions I am about to lose! Our focus now should be Mom and her battle with breast cancer. I’d like to give the very last drop of strength and hope I have left, on someone who truly needs it.
Monday morning, Mom and I went to her Oncologist and Surgeon appointment. I was finally able to convince her to pursue possible surgery, chemotherapy or radiation treatment. Our conversation with both doctors went well, and I finally discovered the severity of my mother’s illness. I think I understand now, why she kept it a secret for sometime now. Guess she didn’t want us crying at her expense, and wanted to spare us from the pain of her current health condition.
It has been one hell of an emotional roller coaster for me and the family. And thank heavens, we are still alive and kicking ass. We are continously praying for divine healing, that the Lord would show mercy upon us. Things are tight and our hearts, feeble from time to time. But I know that things can only get better from here. For as long as we have faith…
The eagle like the mighty phoenix
emerges from the ashes
bruised, but not beaten
stronger than ever
Out of the rubble of destruction
Seeds of hope
Stories of courage