“She has a terminal illness which is in the last stages.” The earth shattering news was broken to us with much aplomb by our family doctor.
At that very moment I felt as though shards of glasses had pierced through my tough exterior, bruising me beyond repair. I badly wanted to rewind back to the days when she was a healthy, hale and hearty woman of steel; ready to take on the world with her enchanting smile and spirited attitude. She now looked frail and fragile, like she never had.
I hugged my older child and broke down. We embraced each other tight, wiping the tears, offering gentle words of consolation. Though the ground under our feet seemed to be slipping away, we chose to calm ourselves and hold fort. After all we were the ones who needed to hang in there for her sake and not give up. “Life is known to send miracles your way, all the time. Only if you notice”; so I believe. And there was no way that another miracle would not happen. We knew our strength, our prayers, our reassuring words and most of all our presence by her side, could turn the impossible to possible.
She battled her illness like a Lioness, and we fought alongside tooth and nail, like her warriors; never ever giving up hope. When she wanted to give up the fight, we pushed and prodded her to keep at it. And she did with utter confidence, poise and invincible spirit, much to everyone’s astonishment.
It’s been over four years since that fateful day with our doctor. The fight goes on, every single day. She embraces the pain sometimes with agony, sometimes with nonchalance. But she continues to make path-breaking strides each day, proving every single time that challenges are life’s way of telling us that we are stronger than we know.
Salute your valiant spirit, dearmost Maa.
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I am participating in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge. Today’s theme is Terminal.
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