Your Blog Tuesday, helped me realize I wasn’t the only one who had suffered poor health my whole life. I’ve never lost a child, had cancer or heart issues, but my asthma, skin issues, headaches and stomach problems often leave me discouraged and in a pity party. How did you maintain such a good attitude with all you suffered, especially the loss of your son? (And please don’t tell me you were born that way. That doesn’t help me one bit! LOL)
Dear PP, Thanks for your note. Anyone who says they are UP all the time just because that is the way they were born, is lying. Every day of life requires some sort of adjustment. Each day is a challenge — I get it. I too, have health issues, the greatest challenge is the never ending discomfort of skin grafts from the burns on my arms, legs and backside. My skin draws up constantly, the discomfort requires thick coats of cream for softening. Not a pretty picture, but I’m getting through each setback — from asthma to food allergies to skin problems.
I will never get fully adjusted to the loss of my seven-year-old.
But I am encouraged by the words of Henry Ward Beecher, Harriet Beecher Stowe’s brother, who was a nineteenth-century minister. Having lost four of his young children so he was no stranger to the Pity Party, I am sure.
One day, sitting on a hillside in his hometown, he noticed a terrific storm coming across the valley. He wrote:
“The heavens were filled with blackness, and the earth was shaken by the voice of thunder. It seemed as though that fair landscape was utterly changed, and its beauty gone never to return.
But the storm swept on, and passed out of the valley; and if I had sat in the same place on the following day, and said, “Where is that terrible storm, with all its terrible blackness?” the grass would have said, “Part of it is in me,” and the daisy would have said, “Part of it is in me,” and the fruits and flowers and everything that grows out of the ground would have said, “Part of the storm is incandescent in me.”
Each part of the rain in my life is part of me, and always will be.
Hang in there, kiddo. The sun still shines brightly above the storm!