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
It is a rather strange sensation one encounters when he fosters dreams
and desires and yet, simultaneously, knows that those dreams are that
which, in all probability, will never materialize; and while one deeply
feels the disappointment of this unattainable goal, he also accepts the
situation blandly as a matter of course.
Toward the mountains I felt just this emotion. . . desire and inability
mottled with the acceptance that had already developed within my mind.
Coupled with the internal disappointment of the "now" was the
realization of that which I was capable of mastering the former year.
Despite these physical limitations, however, I am still able to
thoroughly enjoy the mere sensations of the mountains by way of my
eyes, ears, and touch. Here I can still derive a satisfaction... a
feeling of solitude... which no other type of atmosphere can fulfill.
It is my opinion that only a brash fool could not love this atmosphere.
...this is no place for hate... it is for life, emotion, and death
and for the celebration thereof.
Sept. 2, 1982:
Here I sit, casually observing the transformation of summer into the
cloak of early fall. It is slightly unbelievable that summer is now
slipping away as smoothly as the wind shuffles my hair. I enjoyed the
summer, but the time has elapsed from one day to the next until the
days themselves are lost in a hazy dream. Had I only the chance, I
would rearrange time to include the serenity which I now possess. I
feel that my early summer was washed away in a blur of nervous, albeit
necessary, activities; I remained uncharacteristically surrounded by
petty occupations to retain a shred of sanity. . . so reved up was my
emotional stability that I neglected, unconsciously, to step out of the
race. I felt cheated. . . having so little time and yet so much I
desired to accomplish.
PAGE 236
Chapter 30
Autumn at Augustana
"School was not a "given" in my life. . . I had no other alternative
but to uphold a charade of normalcy. . .that gave my parents the right
to hope. . . "
CHAPTER THIRTY
Autumn At Augustana
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