I was away for several days last week. I was back in my hometown to be with my mom as she underwent surgery for colon cancer. The cancer was detected via a routine screening in August, and it was found while still in the very early stages. Thankfully all indications now point to her being on the road to a full recovery, but the uncertainty of the initial diagnosis of cancer certainly woke our family up to just how precious our time together really is.
Through it all, my mom’s strength and optimism never wavered. The morning after her surgery, I woke up in my parents’ house – the house where I grew up – and walked downstairs. I looked out the kitchen window to find the crisp, morning light filtering through the old, crooked (but beloved) trees that surround their house. My mom was definitely a guiding light for the rest of the family throughout this entire process, and the luminous, dew-covered grass was the perfect view to greet me that morning. We are so lucky to have her and I’m so glad that the prognosis is so positive. When we first found out about the cancer, it was hard to see the good. But now, it is so clear and so true: finding out about her cancer at such an early and treatable stage was good news. It was the best news we’ve received in a very, very long time.
This has all been a very vivid and real reminder to always try to find the good, even when it’s buried, even when it’s not obvious, even when it’s largely overshadowed by the bad, because somewhere – somewhere – even just a little bit of good has to be there too.