What is Strength?
What is strength?
My husband has cancer. Life is hard.
People call me strong. I don’t feel strong.
I feel empty.
But conversations with friends and shared stories begin to fill the void.
I lack words.
But then I sit next to him quietly. Together, in silence, we can recharge.
I feel helpless.
But we can rely on the wisdom of the doctors to know how to proceed.
I see darkness ahead.
But then we spend precious time together, and I begin to embrace hope.
I feel torn.
But then I take a breath and do the best I can for all those who need me at this moment.
I grieve loss.
But then I remember that the present is here. We can make the most of now.
I feel frustration.
But then I accept people for who they are and the limitations of their emotions.
I accept truth.
And live with faith in gratitude for the blessings we have had.
I feel empathy.
And share with others going through similar pain.
I give myself.
And approach each day of this journey as one I will not regret.
I feel joy.
And know that our love will not end but morph into an everlasting bond.
I stay here.
And hold his hand and his heart. And am glad that he “can’t do this without me.”
What is strength?
I am not sure. And please stop telling me I have it. But I will keep aiming high.
©Nancy Nicewonger 2020