In the ICU that evening... He rubbed her bald head, looking into her now dimmed eye sight, he whispered, " Go ahead, rest now. I love you..."
I could not shake of that picture. She used to have long, thick, black hair. Beautiful and wavy. Few weeks ago, all was shaved. Bald.
My old friend was battling ovary cancer. They found out about this 6 months ago, about a year after she gave birth to her second son.
I may think that cancer is a merciless and deadly enemy, but what I saw that evening was something cancer could not kill.
What is it with this idea of 'falling in love' that I'm so used to hear every single day? What are people 'falling' for? Good looks? Muscles and biceps? Long eye-lashes and rosie cheeks? or... long, black, thick hair?
When couples say 'I do' by the altar - do they really know what's in for them? Are they even prepared for the worst scenario life will offer them?
That evening, in that ICU room, I witnessed something that Ovary cancer could not kill, something death could not take. I witnessed love... so gentle, committed and true to the end.
In loving memory of the late Pola Renta Glen...
1 comment:
Aaah, finally you post this writing... :D Bravo!
"I may think that cancer is a merciless and deadly enemy, but what I saw that evening was something cancer could not kill. That evening, in that ICU room, I witnessed something that Ovary cancer could not kill, something death could not take. I witnessed love... so gentle, committed and true to the end."
Ah, sweeeettt... Let me quote this, Ps. :D
Like this!
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