While I waited at the counter of the veterinarian’s office
for our older dog’s medicine, I quietly cried. I had taken her in because she
has been coughing.
And while I worried that she might have pneumonia, I was
completely unprepared for our vet to call me into the back office.
Her
expression was very serious and our dog is kind of sketchy - so I expected a
lecture about how they couldn't x-ray her lungs because she wouldn't let them.
And by the way… it’s going to cost an additional $400 to put her under general
anesthesia to get the images of our dog’s lungs.
It wasn't any of those things. Our dog has tumors in her
left lung; two large one’s for sure, plus a couple of questionable areas that
are likely tumors as well. She has The Cancer.
Grief is a strange phenomenon. My daughter once said that if
she is crying about something and is sad, it makes her think of all the things
that make her sad, too. Maybe because she’s my daughter and I think she is
brilliant – but out of the mouths of babes, right? I find this observation very
poignant and very true. So I got to thinking about what makes me sad: the
disappointments in my life, the struggles that I've had with
addiction/alcoholism, the frustrations of being a parent and the major life
upheavals.
I heard a man remark about a 13-year old boy that he went through
rehab for addiction with, who had one of the craziest lives he’d ever heard
about. The 13-year old told him that “everyone has a story. The thing is not to
fall in love with it.” I heard that line over 10 years ago and it has stayed
with me. It’s one of those ideas that get me where I live: Everyone has hard
times. This is where resilience and the ability to let the past go come in.
I've told the women I help with addiction and my own children
that our experiences are like currency. They are what make us appreciate the
goodness in our lives - and hopefully the hardships we endure can be a way to
be of service to others. It runs along the lines of ‘better to comfort than be
comforted’.
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