Lets talk about this for a moment … Cancer..a gift? Really?.. That does not sound right.. That doesn’t sound even a tad bit logical to be honest.. How do you consider this dread disease a gift? A gift is supposed to be something you look forward to, something which is meant to make you happy… one pictures a pretty little package, all neatly wrapped in paper which is usually way too expensive to begin with. If this is a gift… Dear God may we please exchange it?!
I personally could never view this as a gift… how do you look on at that trails your loved one faces, and think they have been blessed with a gift…That was my line of thinking until I had the privilege of recently speaking to a cancer survivor, the mother of my mom’s dear friend, which made me question the plausibility of this “gift” notion.
This petite elderly woman, rocking her short grey hair and wearing one of the warmest smiles you’ll ever see, spoke about having had cancer as if it was the best thing that happened to her. She referred to it as her gift. This by no means implies that she had an easy time, in fact this woman has had more than her fair share of trials and tribulations health wise. Yet she exudes nothing but sheer positivity.
During her visit, she never offered my mom any tips or tricks to get around the side effects that the dreaded Chemotherapy leaves behind, but rather stories of hope. Stories of how far she as well as other survivors have come. The part which stands out the most, is when she told my mom that cancer will change her – she will not be the same person by the end of it. That God doesn’t give this “gift” to everyone… When he needs you to grow, he allows us to go through certain circumstances, so at the end of it we have the experience to continue helping others.
That made me wonder, what if God is allowing all of this to happen for a greater purpose… To allow her to extend her helping hand to even more people. Could it be to bring this prayer warrior that much closer to him. Still though, the process doesn’t seem quite fair & I am still not done questioning, why her?!
Whether or not cancer will ever be considered a gift in this house, that’s yet to be determined. In the mean time, I can positively report that not all days are dark and gloomy. That despite my hatred towards stupid Cancer, thus far it’s been quite the teacher. It’s taught us to slow down…well some of us that is. It’s taught my mom patience and the ability to pace her once busy-body self. It’s taught us that it is ok to cry – your family has got your back. It’s taught us to how to communicate…. and most importantly, it’s taught us to appreciate the little moments in life.
With hope, the odds don’t matter.