I believe that everything happens for a good reason. In 1994, when I was only ten years old, my mom was diagnosed with cancer. The doctors said it was a brain tumor of the size of a tennis ball. They also gave her only one more year to live, if she didn’t start Chemo right away. It was a huge shock for me and my family. It seemed like we all fell into a big, dark hole and we did not know how to get back up. My mom had been living a happy, healthy life. Being married to my dad and having two daughters was her joy. There was only one thing that was bothering her. Back then, my mom and her dad, my grandpa, were barely speaking. A fight earlier, when I wasn’t even born, set them apart. Their relationship was cold. In my early childhood, I knew my grandpa existed, but I did not know him. He was just not part of our lives. All that changed, when my mom had to go to the hospital. Suddenly my grandpa showed up. He literally just walked into the room where my mom was recovering from surgery. I remember exactly that he didn’t say a word. He just held my mom’s hand. He was there for her. He came back into her life and our lives and all the silence and anger semed forgotten. After all, my grandpa finally became a part of our family.
My mom survived cancer and I am sure that it is also because my grandpa was there to give her strength and support. If that hadn’t happened, I probably wouldn’t know my grandpa today and my mom would still be suffering from their broken relationship. After all, my mom’s disease has brought our family back together. Today we are closer than ever and thankful for that.
I believe, that it was not just her destiny to get cancer, it happened for a reason. Maybe my mom had to become sick in order to bring our family back together.
It is important to look out for the brighter side of an event of failure or disappointment. It helps to get through a rough time and to understand life and certain events better. I think there is always a positive side in life; you only have to look for it and believe in it
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