First of all, I am not a cancer survivor sharing inspirational story of battling the non-euphoric sickness. Second, I wasn’t diagnosed with a life-threatening illness…as of now. Safe? Maybe.Still, the game is not over. I have numbered days of existence in which I could not fathom if I am going to be sick or not-or if I would acquire melanoma, leukemia and breast tumor in the latter fragment of my being.
So, why am I writing this?
I lost two loved ones because of cancer. Both of them were my granddad. I didn’t witness my lolo’s demise (my father’s father) since I was young and innocent to understand the cause of his death. I was 15 years old when another lolo of mine (mom’s stepfather) discovered he has lung ailment which later developed to a lung cancer.
Of course, the pain feels agonizing during the treatment process. I can’t bear seeing my grandfather’s frail condition; suffering in what people tagged as the “little killer of the society”. He was hospitalized for five to seven months with a medical team working to cure the malignant tumor inside his lungs. Expensive medicines pacify the growing discomfort inside him but the time came when he could no longer fight the excruciating ache and his body already reached its limits. It was August then when he passed away.
Anyone fears having illness especially cancer and admittedly, it is scary. Who would have wanted to be part of the increasing number every minute of positive patients? That’s why several people tried hard to prevent the occurrence of symptoms. We despise cancer.It will hinder our work performance, affiliation and fulfillment of dreams let alone the mounting expenditures needed to finance the treatment. Worst, there will be a few showering pity and grievances close to an advance funeral setting. Also, we don’t want to lose grip from our family and friends.
However, the most frightening part of cancer is not the sickness itself-it is how life goes on after being diagnosed with an estimated living time. Others simply wait for their death-completely shutting the world against them-and gradually killing themselves by isolation and depression.The more we thinkit as a destroyer, why not alter our viewpoint to somewhat positive: cancer as a sort of unsolicited gift with minimal perks entail on it. Sounds absurd and consoling-but one reason to celebrate for a thousand reasons to weep may not be bad after all.
Cancer fighters could be tired of being sick, of thinking their life as a waste and burden of other people’s lives. But good news, they have a choice to stop mourning; only a chance of spending valuable time with their loved ones; have the power to sleep at night with peace of mind instead of waking up in bed on wee hours figuring out ways to medicate their sickness. The ultimate purpose of the “gifted cancer patients” must continue. One day, when they are cured, they turned out to be stronger than ever and be an inspiration of many to look forward. Cancer would have been better though compared to a sudden death. By this, patients can likely relieve the moments of youth, ask forgiveness from those they have hurt, splurge to the acquaintance of their relatives and try activities they never dared to do. A probability of living free from cancer is still possible.
Honestly, sickness can control our physical engagements, weaken our body’s abilities and diminish our strength-but it shouldn’t consume our whole life unless we let it. As Augustus Waters of “The Fault in Our Stars” says it, “You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.”
Again, why am I writing this? So we can appreciate little things the world brings-even when cancer deprives someone to feel like it.
Today, my Mom undergoes a routine mammogram due to hereditary breast cancer that snapped out the life of my aunties. Should I be afraid to what could happen next? I will give a yes for an answer. Nevertheless, I keep reminding myself how fortunate we are for a short period our family has devoted together. At least, we’re prepared. No element of unexpected events will surprise us identical to car tragedy, abrupt disaster in the middle of a busy day and whatsoever. I will wake up morning by morning going tougher and tougher. And time will come when it seems there wasn’t any cancer in our home anymore. Through prayers and support, we believe the best for her health regardless of what the outcome will be.
If there was one lesson I remember during my lolo’s confinement, it is to live life to the fullest. Cancer would not make anyone less of a person or even less of a normal human. Yes, a bit different but not entirely. They can still love, enjoy nature, see sun rises and sets; laugh and have fun in a while.Life is not measured or weigh through longevity of existence in this temporal world; but by how we treasure time and make the most out of it that truly matters.
*Article above has been published to Herword.com (Philippines). Link attached: http://www.herword.com/herwords/main.php?id=cancer_fighter