Living through the lens of cancer.
When struggle meets passion and love.
This is where it all began, just when I had walked into my second year of university, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. A coincidence? Let me walk you through. Growing up as the youngest daughter in a middle eastern family, I almost had minimum to almost zero struggles. I would have never imagined standing up on my own nor coping with any challenging situation. However, I did not just survive, I found my passion within the shattered glass. My mother's journey with cancer has taught me hope! Just when I thought everything was over and I was about to give up. I found my mother fighting cancer, miles, and miles away from her own family, without her support system, and living her best life. I was in the midst of my depression, very deep into anti-depressants, and anxiety pills, with little or no hope. I then started observing how my mother was treating her life knowing she had a very low chance of living and battling what I call the monster. Nevertheless, my mom treated life like a piece of cake, she showed us how to truly live life on the edge, from doing things she never did to enjoy the simplest things, and still managing to be the family’s best support system, while still going through the treatment and all its downfalls. It was a daily struggle, for me to wake up to university knowing it is one less day with my mom, but the one question in my head was “ How can I be this woman’s daughter if I don’t live by her rules”
One door closes, another one opens they said.
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Fast forward into my final year, with my mother fully recovered from Lung Cancer. What a relief!
Not so fast, remember the monster? My father was diagnosed with stage four liver/bowel cancer.
Have you ever watched a typical father, daughter Hollywood movie?, that was my dad and me I. Nothing in the world could have separated us from each other, except that one thing… death.
Hope hope hope.
Day in day out, as I started dedicating every day of my life, hoping that one day I will help save my dad. My dad’s condition slowly started declining and the hero of my own story was gone.
Nonetheless, my passion for life was then ignited. A blessing in disguise, a loss isn’t always a loss, sometimes, we lose people, and things just to get closer to what we thought was far away from us. In the beginning, we cannot quite see through a foggy lens. But as we learn to accept things the way they are meant to unveil, the fog slowly starts dissipating and we start finding beauty within our true self, and that is what is called a ‘ Higher Vibration ‘.
