Moments; The Small One’s matter most.
I’m sitting here at the kitchen counter watching one son print out his homework and the other watching his mother cook dinner talking about catching fish. Cancer gives you vision. You tend to see so much more than you used to.
My eyes connect more with my family. I listen more carefully almost hanging on their words. I listen more, not enough, just more.
When I go into town life just goes on. People grab their coffee; they drive their cars, get gas, and talk about American Idol. But at home, the TV. Is off, the only sound is dinner frying on the stove, the printer rolling along, Jess talking with Kathy about cooking and bothering the dogs and me, watching.
These are the moments that matter. They used to seem random and stupid. Not anymore. They are now a breath of fresh air that says this is where you belong, this is what you long for, and this is a gift.
Dinner is about to be served. Kathy is telling Jess to be nice to the dogs and stop chasing them around the kitchen. Jake is upstairs working on homework and Kathy is making a great dinner.
I sit here, writing (my therapy) wondering what is ahead. But I can’t spend too much time thinking because there is nothing I can do about it. Day by day is how you live when you have cancer. There are good days and bad days, big moments and little. The little seems so much more important.
I got to go. Another little moment is happening and I need to be part of it.
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HI Rick, I didn't know you had cancer. I just finished my treatments for breast cancer. Healing up from some radiation burns and then moving on.
Cancer is grueling and cruel, but it is an excelent teacher. It has made me realize what is really important in life. I used to be a workaholic and I neglected my family. Now I work less and love more. My doctor told me that God has a process called pebbles, rocks and boulders. When you're not paying attention to what you should be, he throws pebles at you to get your attention. If you don't respond, he throws rocks. If you still don't respond, he tosses a boulder at you. Cancer is our boulder.
I'm wishing you well. If there is anything I or the Village Green can do for you , just ask.
Cindee
HI Rick, I didn't know you had cancer. I just finished my treatments for breast cancer. Healing up from some radiation burns and then moving on.
Cancer is grueling and cruel, but it is an excelent teacher. It has made me realize what is really important in life. I used to be a workaholic and I neglected my family. Now I work less and love more. My doctor told me that God has a process called pebbles, rocks and boulders. When you're not paying attention to what you should be, he throws pebles at you to get your attention. If you don't respond, he throws rocks. If you still don't respond, he tosses a boulder at you. Cancer is our boulder.
I'm wishing you well. If there is anything I or the Village Green can do for you , just ask.
Cindee