From the first moment my wife discovered
she had breast cancer, there was a deafening silence from the men I know. Even
ones whose wives, mothers or girlfriends had breast cancer seemed to have
received a gag order from some Central Cancer Command and did little more than
mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I started
this blog…
So the past 23
days, we’ve had our son, daughter-in-law, and our two grandchildren staying
with us on vacation from South Korea where he serves in the US Army.
It brought to mind
that despite the fact that cancer was the focus of every thought for some time,
other matters – in this case, our family – fill our every waking moment.
To reduce it to
its barest bones, cancer might be characterized as death; family as life.
When life is
written large – playgrounds; meals out; work thrown in because it has to be
there; Mystery Caves and Malls of America and Como Park Zoos and Welcome Home
parties and former high schools and other places barely remembered because
there were so many – and full of life; it masks death so effectively that it’s
easy to forget about it. To ignore it. To act as if it didn’t exist.
Or to fly in the
face of death, sneer, then shout whilst shaking your fist, “Despite you, we
will LIVE!”
That’s what this
time has been like for me.
Thank you, God for
the joy these hours and days have immersed us in!
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