But, the struggle would continue because ultimately my children would some day be adults (one in just a few short years). I would not be able to control every aspect of their lives, their thoughts, or their words much better than I could control the cancer.
Even so, I could make each day meaningful. I could control my own attitude towards my children and my life and my circumstance. I could try to find the good in a bad situation and hug my children a little closer. Cherish each moment and relish in each opportunity to see them grow. I have never felt more thankful to just “be.” And maybe they will feel that as I loosen the tight hold they are less likely to argue. Not everything will need to be a fight. They will be free to choose, knowing all the while that I have unconditional love for them, and hopefully learning that life is too precious to be wasted.
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