Excuse my cynicism in this entry - i am in bigtime nicotine withdrawl, and my patience and general positive outlook on things is a little faded right now - hope this part of quitting doesnt last long!
My Nana seems to be making a miraculous recovery. It figures - she seems to have a habit of those.
Picture a 90 year old woman, riddled with cancer for the past 70 years, repeatedly on death's doorstep, repeatedly coming back from near death when it is least expected and returning to her boiled food and her garden.
My Nana Mary devoted her life to the church. She lived across the road, hosted communion every day (3 times on Sunday), grew her garden so that she could provide a constant supply of fresh flowers for the church. Oh and she had 12 children as well. Often the children were incidental and lower priority than the church, but only about half of them seem to be permanently messed up because of it. Still, she got a medal from the pope so it must be worth it.
I do admire her commitment to her beliefs, don't get me wrong - but i believe that martyrdom should not come at the expense of others.
She is a nice lady, and i do love her, and accept that her choices in life were her own, and she felt they were right at the time. She has always has a welcoming (if stale smelling :P) place for any of us to stay, and has sent a card and handkerchief to every one of her 40+ grandchildren every birthday and christmas, like clockwork.
If she dies now, I will regret never actually talking to her about her life, and about mine. I'm sure we would share in a very interesting conversation.
On the other hand, if this miraculous recovery comes to fruition like all the others, maybe i'll just make the effort to go and have that conversation after all
My Nana seems to be making a miraculous recovery. It figures - she seems to have a habit of those.
Picture a 90 year old woman, riddled with cancer for the past 70 years, repeatedly on death's doorstep, repeatedly coming back from near death when it is least expected and returning to her boiled food and her garden.
My Nana Mary devoted her life to the church. She lived across the road, hosted communion every day (3 times on Sunday), grew her garden so that she could provide a constant supply of fresh flowers for the church. Oh and she had 12 children as well. Often the children were incidental and lower priority than the church, but only about half of them seem to be permanently messed up because of it. Still, she got a medal from the pope so it must be worth it.
I do admire her commitment to her beliefs, don't get me wrong - but i believe that martyrdom should not come at the expense of others.
She is a nice lady, and i do love her, and accept that her choices in life were her own, and she felt they were right at the time. She has always has a welcoming (if stale smelling :P) place for any of us to stay, and has sent a card and handkerchief to every one of her 40+ grandchildren every birthday and christmas, like clockwork.
If she dies now, I will regret never actually talking to her about her life, and about mine. I'm sure we would share in a very interesting conversation.
On the other hand, if this miraculous recovery comes to fruition like all the others, maybe i'll just make the effort to go and have that conversation after all
posted by Jen at 6:17 PM
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