A Disaster of Epic Proportions
I have had a very hectic work week. This girl is tired. So much so that this girl decided not to go out with her girls group for drinks and dinner last night. I e-mailed my apology to my understanding friends and poured myself a glass of wine to settle in and watch some mindless television awaiting 8:30 pm to arrive so I could simply go to bed. I pursued the movie channels looking for something that would help me pass the time. I was delighted to find “The Day After Tomorrow” (TDAT) was already in progress and set to conclude at 8:15. “Just perfect!” I thought.
For those who don’t know me and my personal tastes, I love a good natural disaster movie and TDAT fits the bill nicely. It’s a movie about sudden climate change and how the characters struggle to survive as the world they know ceases to exist in it’s former glory, succumbing to a new Ice age. There are a multitude of heroes in the mix. Some of them are “most unlikely”. In the end, some people die and some prevail over the odds stacked against them.
It got me to thinking about my cancer and all that has been endured by cancer patients everywhere. Cancer is a natural disaster of sorts. It’s a sudden change in how our wondrous bodies work. It’s a million stories of the struggle to survive as lives change forever. Like a solar system whose planets suddenly misalign and they are no longer able to travel in their previous orbits. And like any good disaster flick there are a multitude of heroes in the mix with some of them falling into the “most unlikely” category. In the end some people die and some prevail over the odds stacked against them. Cancer, by all definitions, is a disaster. It’s a disaster of epic proportions.
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MGBY,
John
This is an excellent analogy. I think. Thank you for sharing it. I hope you have gotten some rest? (next time, don't wait for 8:30. Just go to bed already! :> )
xo
Carol