Going through the ordeal I have in the last year has given me lots of perspective. For this I am grateful. I have redefined my priorities. After decades of reading time management and goal setting books, I have found out that all these did was complicate things.
What I know for sure is that there are only 2 things in life that are important.
1. Taking care of your health
2. Appreciating those you love
That's it. Everything else like work, leisure, hobbies, etc...work to either support those things or work against them. We get too wrapped up in superfluous minutiae. Its all superfluous. This blog is superfluous.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
i feel awkward.
Its been about 500 days since my last post. Truth be told, I've started this particular post a million times but felt at a loss on how to approach it. Usually, I feel that my blog posts need poignant yet definitive conclusions. This one was difficult to get my head around without feeling vulnerable, naked, rambly. I do want to continue blogging, but this one post has been like the cyber-elephant in the internet cable that has prevented me from continuing. So instead of getting around to the huge issue, I will conclude upfront.
Poignant yet Definitive Conlusion to this post:
When you watch the person you love the most slip away from the world, you begin to live in a new dimension of the universe and everything that once felt familiar doesn't anymore.
Now I'll go back to the beginning:
A few days after my previous blog post, my mother was diagnosed with bladder cancer and was told by Drs that she had less than a year to live. I come from the most beautful little family and my mother was my best friend. The weeks following the diagnosis were bleak. We knew mom would be going through chemotherapy and that there was little hope.
It was then that I had made a choice. That choice was to hope. That choice was to continue being who I am: The Inspiration Junkie. While Drs were going to deliver medical treatment, other family members were going to offer emotional support, I was going to inspire her spirit - to give my mom things to live for. I may discuss these things in future posts, but for now I need to get to the end of this one - and post it before I get cold feet again.
The spring and summer gave us many things to be thankful for. We had spent some magical times together, treatments were going well and things were looking up. When a full year had passed and my mom was still doing really well, we felt like we had climbed the highest mountain and won the most hopeless war. Then 13 months after first diagnosis, the cancer had returned and spread really quickly. Mom was taken to the emergency room in early November. We thought she had the flu but we were wrong. She had passed away in mid-December.
There was no victory.
Now its about picking up the pieces.
About moving on when you don't really know what you're moving on to.
you already know how the conclusion goes.
Poignant yet Definitive Conlusion to this post:
When you watch the person you love the most slip away from the world, you begin to live in a new dimension of the universe and everything that once felt familiar doesn't anymore.
Now I'll go back to the beginning:
A few days after my previous blog post, my mother was diagnosed with bladder cancer and was told by Drs that she had less than a year to live. I come from the most beautful little family and my mother was my best friend. The weeks following the diagnosis were bleak. We knew mom would be going through chemotherapy and that there was little hope.
It was then that I had made a choice. That choice was to hope. That choice was to continue being who I am: The Inspiration Junkie. While Drs were going to deliver medical treatment, other family members were going to offer emotional support, I was going to inspire her spirit - to give my mom things to live for. I may discuss these things in future posts, but for now I need to get to the end of this one - and post it before I get cold feet again.
The spring and summer gave us many things to be thankful for. We had spent some magical times together, treatments were going well and things were looking up. When a full year had passed and my mom was still doing really well, we felt like we had climbed the highest mountain and won the most hopeless war. Then 13 months after first diagnosis, the cancer had returned and spread really quickly. Mom was taken to the emergency room in early November. We thought she had the flu but we were wrong. She had passed away in mid-December.
There was no victory.
Now its about picking up the pieces.
About moving on when you don't really know what you're moving on to.
you already know how the conclusion goes.
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