I am spoiled. I have a good life. I have a family who loves me, food to eat, a roof over my head. I am healthy and in no pain. I have running water, more than enough to water the flowers in my garden. I am safe, bombs are not falling from the sky. Decisions are easy- what should I make for dinner? Do you want me to take that to the post office? Would you like sugar in your tea?
When I had ovarian cancer, I was still spoiled, I lived. There was medicine readily available. I had a soft bed, a toilet to throw up in and someone to hold my hand. I had more prayers offered for me than all the prayers ever said at Notre Dame. My daughter who was three at the time told me, "there are angels dancing above your head" I had faith to believe her.
The hardest question to answer: Why me? Why am I generously spoiled while most of the world suffers beyond belief. The biggest challenge is to remember to live the gift of my life, every day as lovingly as possible. Is that too hard to do? To pick up my harp, and play knowing others cannot.
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