My idea of Christmas.
It's about the ones you love.
Period.
If you can't be with them, then what's the point of the holiday.
Today I am feeling angry,
angry at cancer and illness and the sadness, pain and grief it spreads in families everywhere.
No on is left unscathed by it, even if the scars don't show on the outside, and even if you aren't the one with the diagnosis, it touches all. There are people walking the world everywhere who bear it's scars.
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, spouses, it touches us all bringing waves of love, hatred, depression, highs, lows and every emotion imaginable.
This is not the first time that I have been down this road of emotion, and perhaps not the last. Some families seem to get more than their share of it than others, but one thing for certain, you NEVER get used to it. It's a roller coaster ride each and every time that someone you know and love is given the ugly diagnosis.
Cancer is a bastard. A bitch. It is the monster of all monsters that ever entered any nightmare you could dream up. For decades it has walked this earth and yet we all STILL wait for the cure. The final cure. The beast laughs in our face as doctors jab, cut, slice, dice, poke and prod those who never thought it would happen to them. People who otherwise appeared healthy until the hidden monster reared it's head and entered into their body and life.
It's most likely the biggest fear many of us have, to have the bastard lay claim to our being.
So, if you are wondering why my blog has been a filled with negativity as of late,
now you have your answer.
I'm not celebrating this holiday.
I am merely getting through it.
Today I am feeling angry,
angry at cancer and illness and the sadness, pain and grief it spreads in families everywhere.
No on is left unscathed by it, even if the scars don't show on the outside, and even if you aren't the one with the diagnosis, it touches all. There are people walking the world everywhere who bear it's scars.
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, spouses, it touches us all bringing waves of love, hatred, depression, highs, lows and every emotion imaginable.
This is not the first time that I have been down this road of emotion, and perhaps not the last. Some families seem to get more than their share of it than others, but one thing for certain, you NEVER get used to it. It's a roller coaster ride each and every time that someone you know and love is given the ugly diagnosis.
Cancer is a bastard. A bitch. It is the monster of all monsters that ever entered any nightmare you could dream up. For decades it has walked this earth and yet we all STILL wait for the cure. The final cure. The beast laughs in our face as doctors jab, cut, slice, dice, poke and prod those who never thought it would happen to them. People who otherwise appeared healthy until the hidden monster reared it's head and entered into their body and life.
It's most likely the biggest fear many of us have, to have the bastard lay claim to our being.
So, if you are wondering why my blog has been a filled with negativity as of late,
now you have your answer.
I'm not celebrating this holiday.
I am merely getting through it.
So sorry you're having to deal with cancer in your family, especially at this time of year. I'm sending positive thoughts your way with the hope that you will make it through the Christmas season with as little sadness as possible.
ReplyDeleteThe pits for sure!
ReplyDeleteOne would think the cure would have been solved by now!
I am caring about you! Of course the others, but today . . . YOU!