“Miracles happen every day, change your perception of what a miracle is and you’ll see them all around you”. – Jon Bon Jovi
Sujata sat back and took a sip from the cup that had been waiting on the table for 10 mins now. A few months back she would have gulped down the piping hot tea but it was not the same now. She had just returned from her radiation. She always felt low and gloomy after her sessions. She would head for the bed and would be ready for the after effects of the same. But today was different. She chose not to head for the bed and asked for some tea. Because she had become extra sensitive to the hot things she waited for her tea to cool down.
While doing so she thanked God with her whole heart. Today was her last radiation session. She had lasted the ordeal for a year now. Last year she had returned from a holiday and found a knot in her breast. She confided in her husband and without any further delay they went for checkups only to find out that she had breast cancer. This was the second time cancer had challenged her. The first time was almost ten years back when she had cervical cancer. She had fought bravely then and she took the news gracefully this time as well.
Her husband also a doctor, suggested that they start the treatment immediately. Since she was diagnosed with a Stage III cancer, the line of treatment was chemotherapy, followed by surgery and then radiation. The tumour was approximately 5 cms and had spread to the nearby lymph nodes. Chemotherapy was advised before the surgery to curb and shrink the tumour cells. By now she had lost her hair and would often cry silently. Since the tumour didn’t shrink much as expected she was scheduled for her surgery. Mastectomy was the last resort since breast-conserving surgery could not be performed. Finally, when she got a green signal from her doctor she went in for radiation.
A friend asked her where she got her hair styled from. She winked and answered confidently, “from the hospital!”.
Today she felt victorious despite the fact that whether the cancer cells were killed by final radiation or not. When she had fallen ill, she had silently prayed. She had full faith in her husband. Her children did the best and helped her in their own ways. She found solace in her grandchildren. Last but not the least she had utmost importance in the doctors who treated her throughout. She had hoped for a miracle and it happened.
She would often look at her fate lines. She had never disclosed to anyone that her lifeline was very short. But over the years and after many surgeries and illnesses and kicking cancer’s butt she feels that it has increased. Every time she looks at it she is thankful to God and her family. This strengthens her faith and makes her believe that Miracles Do Happen!
I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019
I have written this on the one-word prompt – Miracle
5th March: Miracles That Will Restore Your Faith
6th March: The Mistaken Identity
8th March: The Impact Academy
9th March: The Best Proof of Love is Trust
10th March: A Letter To The Unborn Child