Reflection on a theme

It will soon be twenty years since my father died and four years since I lost my mother. The older I get, the more I understand how much my parents cared for me and how much I owe them for their unconditional love. Although I miss them every day, in a way their absence is a good thing, for I don't think they could have coped with the thought of my having cancer, though they would have supported me through it, even at the expense of their own health. They inspired me to fight back, because of, rather than in spite of, their absence. They taught me I could be anyone and do anything that I wanted to be or do. The last thing my mother said to me, while she could still speak, was, "I'm so worried about leaving you"; so, my survival is the best gift I could give them, a testament to two caring, selfless people who faced their own demons with great courage.

When difficulties look insurmountable, I've learned, there's always a reason to carry on. I've found mine, even though I once thought there was none. So, if ever you are beset by difficulties, reflect very carefully; what may appear to be a great sadness can also be a huge strength.