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 where he should have taken a break, so that’s more potential stress for us to deal with. Cancer is a tough one because there are no guarantees as to what the outcome will be.
I’m not building myself up either to believe that he’ll be okay, because I have no idea whether that will happen and I don’t want to fall flat if it doesn’t happen that way. Unfortunately, as we all hold on to hope, it doesn’t stop others trying to build other people’s hopes up that things will work out.
I think it’s all to do with our own insecurities. We tend not to want to let go of what could be the inevitable. I tend to go with what will be will be. As I quietly contemplate hope, I am also realistic that it may not happen that way.
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 will survive. It’s a part of life.
We tend to cling to hope until we can cling no more.