The house is quiet and I have more time to chill today. I love having and being in my own space. Although some things are working out, other things aren’t.
My father is back on chemotherapy when he should be taking a break, so that’s more stress for me to deal with. Cancer is a tough one, because there are no guarantees as to what the outcome will be.
I also don’t want to build up my hopes that he will agree not to go down the chemotherapy route. It doesn’t stop others building up their hopes that things will work out. It’s all to do with insecurities.
We may sometimes find it hard to let go of what could be the inevitable. As I quietly contemplate hope, I am also realistic. I go back to the same thoughts that I cannot change someone’s path if it’s not meant to be changed.
No one wants to let go of a parent. I am sure all families live in hope that their loved ones can be saved. We tend to cling to hope until we can cling no more.