Hopelessness and shattered dreams begone. No more. The words cannot, impossible, never, and terminal no longer exist. They have been erased from my vocabulary. Erased from my dad's mind. Because if you're going to go down, go down swinging.
Today a decision was made. One that moved our thinking from accepting this diagnosis to fighting this horrible thing called cancer. One that replaced negativity with optimism. It was the decision to refuse the reality of this. To fight with every ounce of energy and strength. For a cure. Not to live for five years. Not to just get through. But for a cure.
This monumental change of thinking was always in the background. Was always a whisper in his ear. The small voice of determination and courage was muffled though by the immediate shock and intense emotions that damn near drained his spirit upon hearing such a devastating diagnosis.
Because,
Courage does not always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice
at the end of the day saying,
"I will try again tomorrow".
(Mary Anne Radmacher)
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