It's been a few months since I've regained the strength to type that word. Or wanted to blog about it.
Over the last few weeks, I've been thinking about the c-word and how it has affected my fiancé’s life as well as mine. Boy, I tell ya, it is not an amusing folk tale.
In and out of those riotous times, Reginald and I grew closer in spirit.
And I’ve learned so much more about my righteous buddy, Jesus.
I know that I can never EVER thank God enough for what He has done for my fiancé and me.
However, I don’t just want our story to end just there. I want to reach out to cancer patients, survivors as well as supporters who hold their hands. It’s an arduous task to be supportive of someone in the boxing match, fighting for their life against this grueling illness. I just want to dedicate my life to helping those whose lives were and still are affected by cancer.
I know I can't stop cancer or the tears of disbelief and pain. But I know I can help encourage a child, a mother, a teacher, a soul that cancer will never stop you from living your best life.
I wish cancer did not exist. I talk to God about cancer all the time. Every so often, I would blame cancer for some of the problems that Reggie and I wrestled within our relationship. But I know that this battle is not ours.
I want to remind warriors that cancer is neither a punishment nor a death sentence.
I also want to lend a hand to those sitting by the bedside of their beloved warriors as they go through chemotherapy which is such a bizarre weapon. It fights cancer so good that it can suck the life out of the person. I will never forget the day Reggie didn't even speak or look at me during his chemotherapy. I thought I lost him even when he was sitting right next to me, holding my hand. In my mind, he was million miles away locked inside a dungeon.
I remember those emotions. I want to thrash out those emotions with others who are tormented by those sore and achy feelings. I want to remind them that THERE IS LIFE AFTER CANCER.
Fancy degrees can’t save your life and sometimes dollar bills can’t do so either. Only God.
I want to remind warriors that life is about living the best life that God has given despite the circumstances.
The cancer may eat away the flesh, but never the beautiful spirit of Life.
So many of us have a misconception of what makes Life so beautiful. Blinded by materials. Even myself.
Luckily, my soul mate is here on earth as my daily reminder of what Life is.
What should I do? Any ideas?
I want to be an inspiration to others; my fiancé is mine.
I write this for my hero: Reginald. I love you Honey.