We all have heroes around us. Our heroes are those who have fought tirelessly against cancer or any other degenerative, acute or deadly disease. These people with their sense of humor and courage never stopped showing their smile to the world despite all the adversity.
They, our heroes, have taught us everything worth fighting for, taught that the world can be of very different colors depending on the crystal through which you look at it, that true friends are always there even in the worst moments and that what is worth that always requires a little more effort.
- Besides.
- At least for me.
- They taught me that there are battles that once you can no longer win.
- It’s better to just put aside.
- Stop fighting.
- They taught me that being honest with yourself and your feelings aren’t a coward.
- Above all.
- They taught that delivery is generally not well received.
- Although in some cases it is the safest thing to do.
When the news of a disease came, my hero could not believe it, he was in a state of shock, denial was his first step in the fight, the news is so terrifying and so un malleable, this stage made him protect himself, protect himself from his suffering, at least for a while.
When the results of the medical tests arrived, he began to understand his condition, he felt like a small guinea pig without being able to control anything around him, he only felt pain, that lack of control and pain led him to a second stage He became completely involved in anger, becoming an inaccessible, hard and uncompromising person. There was a time when it seemed that others were even responsible for his pain, but he knew it was the only way to deal with him.
The third stage known as negotiation passed quickly as his condition deteriorated rapidly, because suddenly he had a good day, but we didn’t know how long it would last or whether that day was really going to be his last good day. It was said that he was cured and that the disease was overdue, there could be a change at any moment.
Then came the depression, banging on the door with its claws because the “If am I going to die?”It became a ‘when I die’. But he didn’t let his claws catch him, for for the first time he stopped thinking about himself to think of everyone, those he was going to leave behind.
Then came the acceptance. The last phase, the inevitable one. He accepted death as an additional process of life, because everything has its end. The problem is that those who cared about him didn’t accept it because it’s hard to put the other one first.
He told us that he was no longer going to fight, that he wanted to say goodbye to everyone because he didn’t want to see him deteriorate, because fighting was no longer good for him, his fate was already written and he simply decided to wait and asked for respect for the decision, he said that it hurts him a lot to leave, especially to all those he left behind, but that it hurts him even more to live with the physical pain he had in life , so that death would not arouse him so much fear.
They say growing up means learning to say goodbye. That’s why I’m a very pampered child full of fears who cling to me with all their might. I don’t want to say goodbye so fast, I want to accompany you to your last days, I want you to fight with all your might, if only to escape death in a matter of minutes.
But I also know that your pain is unbearable and that I am very selfish preventing you from leaving blaming yourself for having decided to give up as if it were such a bad thing, I only do this because losing it will be the greatest of my pains, but have you taught me that it is possible to live in pain?
Don’t worry, today I also decided to enter the acceptance phase, I’ve already agreed to let you go and I’m going to lose you, and don’t worry, that even if I say it when you’re gone, my life will end, because my life is you, I know it’s not right, that I’m selfish, is that I don’t want to live in a world where you’re not , but I will not drown in sadness, I will always remember you and live happy forever after you and everything we could have happened.
To all those who decide to surrender, I want to remind you that heroes do not always wear capes or superpowers, sometimes they carry a heavy backpack full of stories, dreams, friends and family that they leave halfway but will never forget.
The only way to live meaningfully is not to live thinking only of other people’s pain, but also by assuming one’s own pain. Suppose not all stories have a happy ending after a long walk, but sometimes the stories stop telling. although the story is not complete and has no happy ending, it is a story that is always very beautiful.
It’s a good cliché of the Hollywood movie to say that the sick fight to the end, that their courage is never affected or that they have superpowers, but that’s not usually the case. Heroes also surrender and become no less heroes.