Everyone says that with every action there is a reaction, and it’s true. Only problem is, more often than not, we’re not ready to face the music so to speak when it comes time for the reaction to take place. We all have choices to make, actions to take, and decisions that must be made. All of which have a reaction to them, in some cases the reaction is awesome and amazing. Other times… They’re horrible and we just want to run away. Who wants to face the music when its about someone dying? I certainly wouldn’t want to.
For me today, facing the music went dark. I found out that it is confirmed, my Aunt has cancer. My coping technique? Fed the kids, brushed their teeth, changed their bottoms, put them to bed, turned off all the lights downstairs and locked the doors. I then went upstairs into my room and curled up in a ball on my bed and passed out. In my brain, the electricity stopped sparking and everything was on autopilot. I didn’t eat, I forgot to drink my coffee, just everything quit. I even ended up having a bit of a tiff with my husband right before he had to go to work and consequently had a freaking breakdown. I don’t remember much about it aside from continuously crying, “I don’t want her to have cancer.“
Then about an hour ago I got news that literally lifted my spirits and made facing the music not so bad. My Aunt has been accepted into a prestigious, state of the art specialty research facility. Apparently they specialize in the kind of cancer she has. All my frustration and anger and pain started to melt. According to my Uncle, when they did the biopsy and he found out where she’d been accepted into, he told them “That is the best place for you to be.” That was from a doctor, and to know that… It made it seem less like a living hell. Sure, I’m still upset as heck that she has it, but there is somehow an amazingly bright light of hope and love at the end of this perpetually dark tunnel of dismay and death.
The best part about this facility though? It is purely non-profit. It won’t cost them an arm and a leg, or their home and his job.