Illness, particularly those the doctors define as terminal, is a great teacher of faith and believing. Cecille’s current bout with cancer has earned me a degree of sorts.
But the path towards my “degree” is one I never expected.
We are so overjoyed by the love of friends, the number of visits, texts and Facebook messages we receive, all praying and wishing my darling Cecille well. Truly, we are blessed!
As a human being, we are conscious of our body, mostly figuring out how to maintain our physical well-being, so to speak. Interestingly, many have magnified the intake of all sorts of vitamins, stress relief pills and energy drinks, all to recommend good health and maintain stamina.
When something is wrong physically, many attribute it to the lack of all these drugs; or the lack of exercise, rest and sleep, and more likely, eating the wrong kinds of food. While we cannot denounce the lack of what is good for our body, mismanaged emotions often lead to poor health.
My eyebrows were stitched together and my body language suggested that this new level is not easy. I was playing the very profound game of Candy Crush when Andre and I had a moment. He was observing, rather, trying to get a go at my phone. My very perceptive and sensitive boy just went, “Don’t worry, Mommy. Just do it.” It amused me and I figured this would be another anecdote to post on my message status!