Through These Eyes: The courageous struggle to find meaning in a life stressed with cancerIsaacson, Lauren Ann
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Through These Eyes: The courageous struggle to find meaning in a life stressed with cancer
Isaacson, Lauren Ann
Cancer -- Patients -- Biography; Isaacson, Lauren Ann, 1961-1986
I never forgot that lunch, nor the ignorant bliss which departed when
reality caught up with me. A selfish person suffers insignificant
wounds, for his shallow love is generated only toward himself; however,
when one is able to extend his love and concern beyond himself, the
pain is much deeper. I learned that the world did not revolve around
me; I controlled nothing. Just as I had been virtually oblivious to my
brother's failing health, so was the world oblivious to me. Life
became larger than it had been as my eyes gradually opened, widening
the scope through which I gained my image of existence. Pain or no
pain, I did not wish to go through life with my eyes closed to
hardship, for only pure ignorance was bliss. It seemed that change was
the only certainty in life. If I could instill that thought in my
mind, growing up would prove to be less of a battle.
Todd recovered slowly and after regaining his strength returned to the
university at the beginning of the next semester. Complications caused
by ill health no longer wreaked havoc upon his plans, and under the
protective wing of medication he successfully completed his education
without further set-backs.
The following summer, Todd traveled to Mayo Clinic once again for
restorative surgery on his nose. His illness caused the cartilage
to dissolve completely, making a noticeable recess. The surgery
was the last of the weightier consequences of Todd's disease though,
it too, possessed few endearing qualities.
Todd would never be free of the drugs, for they alone allowed him
to survive. It did not appear that my brother's life would ever again
be "normal," but that, I later found, depended on one's definition
of the word.
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Chapter 4
Fifth Grade
"To maintain a friendship, one must have unrelenting endurance, yet
should never need the companionship of another so desperately as to
justify the acceptance of a flagrantly inconsistent personality."
CHAPTER FOUR
Fifth Grade
During the latter half of fifth grade, I decided to keep a diary.
Entries were, at best, sparse and infrequent throughout the school
year. Upon the arrival of summer, they subsided altogether. While the
entries persisted, however, the content consisted merely of the days
events, amassed in broken sentences and one word implications. I also
made certain that major events did not pass without notice.
Jan. 19, 1973... Gerbil's tail fell off today. He was going out on the
carpet and so I grabbed onto his tail. Guess what? This much (one
inch) of his tail fell off. It's in a bag.
Yes, I even saved the tail.
Jan. 20, 1973... Made a bet with Dad about snow. Church, Rainy, wet
day outside. Popcorn at night. 2 bottles of pop. Got the hiccups.
Played with gerbil.
I was painfully concise.
Mar. 13, 1973... I stayed home and am sick. I barfed in the sink and
then watched T.V.
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