This I Believe

Daniel - Edmonton, Kentucky
Entered on December 11, 2007
Age Group: 18 - 30
Themes: family, illness
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Christmas is a time of joy, happiness, and love for everybody. But last Christmas was transformed into a nightmare for me. Sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting on word of my grandmother‘s condition. As I sat there, holding my breath, hoping not to hear the same news that I had before. But it was true, cancer had returned to her body. She had be free for many years from this terrible disease, but now it had come back for more. To test her faith and my own. My grandmother meant so much to me, she had always been there for me. Now, she could be taken away from me.

Grandma, had always been the strongest in my family. Well for an idea, what happens were you take the backbone out of a skeleton? It falls, because the part that holds it together is no more. This is what my grandma is in my family, the backbone. I had never seen such a strong women or mentor. The cancer started to eat at her body like as if a wolf devouring a sheep. She took the only chance that she had, to start chemo treatment.

A month later, she started her treatment. As weeks started to go by, she begun to lose her hair and her body started to weaken. How could something so terrible happen to someone so great. I kept thinking to myself, what can I do to help her. I went to see grandma every chance that I had, to hold her hand and be with her. My father informed me that in times of desperation, the best thing to do is to pray, so I did. I pray ever chance that I had, I prayed for my grandma and her health. When her treatment was over and her recovery had begun, her heath started to return. The checkups returned with no signs of cancer. She had survived her battle with cancer.

The recovery of my grandma, wasn’t just another miracle, it was a gift from above. Though the dark times I never stopped praying, and I believe that is why she made it. I believe that I could have spent all the time in the world praying and being by her side, but I’m not the one who has the power to heal. I believe that there was someone else holding her hand, someone that could help heal her pain.

I believe that I received more of a gift than my grandma. Though the battle with cancer, she always told me that it would be alright. She already had her faith, and that was what formed mine. If it wasn’t for my grandma, I may have never had a solid faith. Her belief helped her through her recovery and helped me believe that everything would be okay. This Christmas will make her second Christmas with us, cancer free.