It is a wake up call to the preciousness. To place our lives in perspective to others, our universe. To accept the place we have in infinity and eternity. To do so we must find a rightful place for the suffering. A perspective that allows room for hope.
Serious illness is a journey, a hopeful journey, an unknown destination.
In illness the dichotomies are vivid. Hope is the space between symptoms and diagnosis, between diagnosis and prognosis. It is the dilemma between fearing to be alone and hungering for privacy. Hoping is waiting - for test results, waiting for appointments, waiting for the organism to heal and the spirit to rekindle. Hoping is knowing someone is making an effort to help.