I said in one of my Demi quotes this week that i would write about this girl in my brother's class who has cancer. Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, it's a type of blood cancer. Her mom is a volunteer at the church that i used to attend. Throughout her daughters journey she has kept her faith in Christ and it seems to have grown as well as strengthened her faith as well as Mallorie's.
Most people question their faith once something tests it. I'm defenitely guilty of quickly questioning my belief in God once i started going downward mentally. Mallorie's mom has a blog documenting her daughter's progression towards health as well as her thoughts along the way. She's currently in remission when she was diagnosed December of last year and my brother overheard her saying that she's really excited for Christmas because last year she spent her Christmas in the hospital. Whenever i read her mom's blog posts i tend to think how she's got it way worse than i do, she should be the one crying herself to sleep not me.
Her words of wisdom through God's words and the way she writes about her daughter's journey makes me feel like i have no reason to struggle because look at what her family are going through. Something that i have to remind myself constantly that no matter how drastic or minor, we all, no matter how put together we may seem have secrets and tragedies that happen to every human being on the planet. Like my friend at the time T she was going through custody battles with her parents ad she's coping just fine and healthily actually talking to adults and receiving help and accepting it with open arms. I feel like i don't deserve to struggle with the basics of life: Eating and being happy.
When my brother told me about Mallorie's excitement to have a hospital free Christmas it left me feeling really really happy for her as well as her family knowing that she's survived with a life threatening disease. Also it caused me to have a lot of flashbacks of just that year before where i grown a new found respect for family, holidays, and life. Two years ago on December 5th, 2012 i spent a couple days and nights in a mental hospital for suicidal ideation.
I had a friend in 4th grade die from a brain tumor and i remember seeing him right before he passed away at a charity event for St. Jude Research hospital and sitting in that wheelchair was someone i didn't recognize at all. Being that young i don't think i realized how short life really is and you never know what's going to happen therefore you should focus on what really matters in life. Since than i've has family members pass away from cancer and have heard thousands of stories of people fighting for their life even think i still think i'm invincible from the four letter word that scares all of us: cancer. Most likely because it's a terrible thing to go through. I think most cancer patients feel the same way about mental health issues.
In reality no one is invincible from the worlds traumas but i don't think anyone would regret what they've been through because we have grown wiser and stronger than we ever thought possible. No one has a perfect life, we all deserve to feel the way we feel and not apologize for them. It's all about how we inspire others and using your voice to spread love to others in time of need.
We don't choose what happens to us but we can choose how we let it affect our future. Being hospitalized for cancer is more acceptable than being hospitalized for a mental health issue and i find that really sad. People who don't want to fight anymore and just want to give up is selfish to most of society when people are fighting to live. Everything no matter how minor deserves recognition and by that i mean raising awareness.
You can't really make sense of what we go through in life but it's about growing from that experience by changing the world meaning raising awareness for what we believe in and what's important. Every illness deserves recognition whether that's cancer or eating disorders, they all should be treated with the same respect and severity.
No comments:
Post a Comment