This past weekend was laced with beauty but dominantly somber.
My aunt was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, that has spread to other parts of her body. She is in good spirits and cracking jokes about her soon to evolve relationship with marijuana. Knowing that this woman is handling this situation with humor and grace isn't a surprise to me. She is one of the strongest women I have ever met. Battling adversity and maneuvering hurdle after hurdle. It breaks my heart that she has yet another obstacle to endure...but I know she can handle it. Mentally and without wavering and with full acceptance. Because she has to. Because she is the strong one.
My sister also lost a baby girl, four months into her pregnancy. She is devastated. I have no words or advice in which to console her. I repeatedly assure her that I'm thinking of her, hurting for her and constantly cheering her on. She is also a strong and dedicated woman.
I can't help but draw parallel that the strongest women I know are continually challenged. And if there is some type of divine intervention, I hope it eases up...just a little...very soon. I don't say this from a place of doubt that these women will lose their ability to fight. I know that isn't possible. But I would love nothing more than for them to not be required to fight so hard or so often and with such desperation.
Because we, the strong ones, get tired too.