Don’t tell me things happen for a reason.
Don’t tell me there is a plan.
Don’t tell me I’m supposed to learn a lesson from this.
Don’t tell me I’m a better person for it.
Tell me I’m strong.
Tell me I’m tough.
Tell me I did it well.
Tell me you care.
I don’t believe I was given cancer for a reason.
I don’t believe there is a master plan.
I don’t believe this is a test.
I don’t believe you only are given what you can handle.
I know I will learn lessons.
I know I will be stronger.
I know sometimes it is too much to handle.
I know sometimes I want to give up.
I know sometimes I thought dying would be easier.
I believe the power is in me.
I believe the power is in my doctors.
I believe in the power of medical science.
I believe unless you have experienced this, you cannot know.
I believe unless you’ve been there, you cannot give advice.
I believe unless you’ve felt it, you cannot judge.
I believe in the power of friendship and love to make the journey bearable.
I believe suffering is a process.
I believe in picking myself up and pressing forward.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I believe persistence pays off.
I believe in enjoying the gifts I’ve been given.
I believe many people will never understand.
It might sadden me, anger me, and frustrate me.
But in the end that does not matter.
I can only be true to myself.
I must be true to myself.
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I used to think (until relatively recently, a year or so) that things were happening in my life because I “deserved” bad things, because this was all happening for “a reason”.
I don’t now.
I think I have a choice in how I react, in who I let in, I have choices. You’ve been a huge influence in that shift.
This is truly a beautiful piece.
Thanks, Lisa. Sent you email.
Once again, you’ve hit the mark dead center. Well done.
So absolutely beautifully written. And so true.
One can never know how your illness may effect, inspire or alter another person’s life. It may not be all about yourself.
thank you for this.