Now-a-days we become so involved with our lives by running around that we forget to take time to sit and think. On February 28, 2014 (my mother’s 2 year anniversary of her diagnosis), I began to look back and think about how far my family and I have come. I’ve spent the past few weeks thinking about what to write and even now, I’m still at a loss for words. It’s hard to describe the feelings and events that you go through on a “path to recovery.”
We all tried to go back to our “normal” lives. It’s almost like getting up and dusting the dirt off your knees after you fall. Yeah, the dirt is gone, but you still have scrapes. Everything seems normal. However, after an experience like this, you just can’t go back. It’s like your eyes are opened to “it”. You see it and hear about it everywhere you go. Before our journey began I never really paid attention to all the people becoming diagnosed with illnesses. Now, it seems like that’s all I hear. I feel as though it’s all around me.
However, looking back I’m glad God brought us through this. Those “scrapes” my family received became “scars” and this experience will follow us forever. It has become a part of us and we can now grow stronger and closer than ever.