.His gratitude for God's love and his love for other people made him think that.It was this love for life that encouraged the author to make today count
His gratitude for God’s love and his love for other people made him think that. It was this love for life that encouraged the author to make today count
Text When someone has cancer,he will inevitably experience some kind of psychological crisis which results from his family's reaction to his disease as well as his own despair:Read on to see how Orville E. Kelly pulled through this crisis. Despite the treatment,I felt well enough to drive home that afternoon.But the car was silent as the grave.Wanda and I still could not talk to one another about our common problem ---my cancer. She was sitting in the front with me and looking fixedly out the window.Britty (Kelly's baby) Was taking a nap,stretched out along the back seat
Text When someone has cancer, he will inevitably experience some kind of psychological crisis which results from his family's reaction to his disease as well as his own despair. Read on to see how Orville E. Kelly pulled through this crisis. Despite the treatment, I felt well enough to drive home that afternoon. But the car was silent as the grave. Wanda and I still could not talk to one another about our common problem --- my cancer. She was sitting in the front with me and looking fixedly out the window. Britty (Kelly's baby) was taking a nap, stretched out along the back seat
"you're alive,"I suddenly thought to myself. "you are alive.For three months,you've known you have cancer,but you're still alive. As I steered the car along the rough highway,I began to think of what I had been doing to myself and my family.Without really knowing it,all of us had been celebrating a funeral---mine --and the funeral had not even taken place yet.I was still alive.I was not dead.I had some time.I was forty- three years old,I had a wife who loved me,I had two sons and two daughters
"You're alive, " I suddenly thought to myself. "You are alive. For three months, you've known you have cancer, but you're still alive. " As I steered the car along the rough highway, I began to think of what I had been doing to myself and my family. Without really knowing it, all of us had been celebrating a funeral--- mine --- and the funeral had not even taken place yet. I was still alive. I was not dead. I had some time. I was fortythree years old, I had a wife who loved me, I had two sons and two daughters
"What have you got to lose by trying to live with this damned cancer?"a voice in my head asked me. Things couldn't get worse than they were now.The strain under which the family was living was already taking its toll.School had started,and Tammy had brought home failing slips in several of her classes.Mark was sullen much of the time,and Lori was quiet and subdued.No one in my family seemed happy any longer.We had had cancer as a part of our family way of life for more than three months,and no one in our household had mentioned the word once during all that time.What had life been for me since my cancer had first been diagnosed?Tumors...curses...tears...loneliness...night mares...thoughts of suicide...whispers...silence.I had been blaming God for all my problems.But now I knew it was up to me to deal with them
"What have you got to lose by trying to live with this damned cancer?" a voice in my head asked me. Things couldn't get worse than they were now. The strain under which the family was living was already taking its toll. School had started, and Tammy had brought home failing slips in several of her classes. Mark was sullen much of the time, and Lori was quiet and subdued. No one in my family seemed happy any longer. We had had cancer as a part of our family way of life for more than three months, and no one in our household had mentioned the word once during all that time. What had life been for me since my cancer had first been diagnosed?Tumors…curses…tears…loneliness…night mares…thoughts of suicide… whispers…silence. I had been blaming God for all my problems. But now I knew it was up to me to deal with them
I began to notice how beautiful the autumn day was.The sun was out.The leaves had just begun to turn;they shone orange,and yellow,and red. Red-winged blackbirds were perched on fence posts.Farmers were out in their fields,preparing for another season.This was life.I was part of it. And I had been depriving myself of it.I stopped the car. "Wanda,I blurted out."We've got to talk about it.I have cancer.Cancer!I'll probably die of it.But I'm not dead yet.We have to talk about it
I began to notice how beautiful the autumn day was. The sun was out. The leaves had just begun to turn; they shone orange, and yellow, and red. Red-winged blackbirds were perched on fence posts. Farmers were out in their fields, preparing for another season. This was life. I was part of it. And I had been depriving myself of it. I stopped the car. "Wanda, " I blurted out. "We've got to talk about it. I have cancer. Cancer! I‘ll probably die of it. But I'm not dead yet. We have to talk about it.