Hope is the easy part. It comes quickly, springing up. An anchor for the soul. The waiting? The healing? Is not easy. Nor natural, nor quick. But it’s full of lessons. A whirlwind of lessons– and results and news. Confusing news. Mixed news. Bad news. Good news. Mediocre news. No news. And, if I’m going to be transparent, maybe a whirlwind of tears on my part through all of it. So now, while words like ‘tests’ and ‘results’ and ‘medications’ and ‘diagnosis’ and ‘disease’ and ‘we’ll have to wait and see’ bring anxiety, a word like ‘hope’ helps us breathe. And, as ever, breathing is a good thing.
And though I hardly trust myself to write in any coherent form right now, I knew it was time to say just this:
While we are waiting, and while I heal, we thank you. Yes, you, who are reading these words right now. Because I have a feeling– no, it’s more than a feeling; I know- that in some way you have cared, or thought, or done, or written, or prayed, or listened. And it is for all those reasons that while we wait, and that while we wish we had the answers right now, we just have to say thank you. For waiting. For caring. For praying.
And for hoping, right alongside us.
“Dum spiro, spero.”
-Cicero, from the Latin