Looking through the looking glass at Heaven, if we only choose to see it.

Hello world. The following was written 10/22/2015.

Through the looking glass a reflection stares back at me, I have never truly seen. A visage of flushed cheeks, rosy from rosacea. Glassy eyes, still clouded with the mornings events. The internal struggle of feeling helpless, in the wake of those closest to you battling their own personal demons. The mental and emotional demons, telling us this is life or death, make your choice now.

My mother, is a 20 year cancer survivor. Yet, she is still battling this disease and it’s side effects daily. Her liver and kidneys are failing, because of the Chemotherapy she went through. They tell her she must undergo another surgery, or she will not be here in 5 years. For the past 3 months I have been helping her, as best I can.

The irony here, is I may have only five years left to get to know who my mother is as a person. To see her, without the blinders of childhood memories or society’s dictates. In this, I have been learning she is no different than I am. She thinks, she feels, she experiences everything the same as me. Lately, when we speak, she talks to me as her equal. She too, is starting to see much of her life differently. We both recognize we only have now. Nothing else is promised.

I contemplate this journey I am on. How helpless I feel, when faced with thoughts of those I care for, suffering. My son, being halfway around the world, is going through his own trials…