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Nancy Hernandez43 said:Sadly, none of us really gets to pick our own path in life; something has to happen to shake us up, giving us both faith and the strength to keep going.
That’s so beautifully put, honestly... my family situation really shook me to the core, and I feel like I get hit with that same realization every single year whenever I have to go with him to his check-ups. In a way, I think I actually need that wake-up call, you know? It just forces me to stop and realize that right now, I have everything that actually matters—my family and my health—instead of constantly chasing after all those pointless material things that don't mean anything in the end.
When you’re going through something this heavy, you need an incredible amount of strength, nerves of steel, and actual faith in God. About five years ago, we found out my little brother had a tumor. He was only five at the time. When I first heard the news, I honestly felt this massive surge of anger toward God because I just couldn't wrap my head around how He could let a tiny five-year-old boy deal with something like that. I was furious, disappointed, heartbroken... seriously the darkest chapter of my life. I wasn't even allowed to see him while he was in the hospital, and I was losing my mind, just crying every single day for what felt like forever. The absolute lowest point for me was seeing him on TV, lying there in a hospital bed during some ABC reportage. He was talking about how there was this little mass near his spine and how they had to go in and get it out. That was the first time I actually saw him after a whole month. He looked so thin, so pale, just so sad, and the worst part was that I couldn't be right there by his side, couldn't just hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay.
My brother is doing great now, though; we head out once a year for his checkups... he's such a happy kid, does awesome in school, plays basketball, and is actually heading off to a basketball camp in a few days. The only thing that really reminds him of those awful days is the huge scar on his back..
During that whole time, the church and the Bible were what kept me going.. for my parents, it was an association over on Klaić's street that supports parents of sick children.. it makes things so much easier when you realize you aren't alone, that there are people who have walked this path before and managed to keep moving forward with their lives...