Having a sick family member puts life into perspective for any of us. A sick child brings your world as you know it to a grinding halt. A sick parent reminds us that life is short and fragile. We cycle through high moments and low moments. We celebrate remission, cancer-free, and bouncing back. We cry when we hear of sudden tragedy, a hard-fought battle lost, or disheartening test results. When we move on, back into the daily grind, these memories become distant and too often we forget how close our world as we know it came to the verge of crumbling or how much losing someone really hurt. Yet inevitably our life needs these times to remind us of how little is really needed to measure our daily happiness as individuals. Without them, perspective might be void on the plentiful simple goodness in our daily lives.
This week has been tremendous, and I am so grateful for the return of Tom’s health. How do other families with bigger, longer, more serious ordeals endure? They do it because they have to. My grandmother always said, “God will never give you more than you can handle.” We have some friends who have been some real struggles with their children, two involving pediatric cancers. I will forever be in awe of their strength.
The sun is out, and it’s going to be a fabulous weekend here in New England. Happy Friday!
