Believing in Happy Endings

Do you know that feeling when a page is beginning to turn?

It is that feeling of the darkness shifting, the winds beginning to whisper again, and the tides of peace returning to settle in your soul.

It is a feeling that the energy of the world around you is moving and perhaps (perhaps) things are about to get better.

In one week I will have finished my fifth chemo.

In one month I will have finished my last chemo.

I never thought I would make it through this challenge. After my first session I was convinced that I would never survive the mind mess of chemo.

But here we stand in November.

And I am beginning to feel hope.

The journey is long from over (I will have 12 more infusions in the chemo room after chemo is done, but it will just be one targeted therapy drug, no cold cap, and none of this nasty fatigue) but the hardest parts will be done.

Slowly, I will regain my strength, my resolve, my connection to my body and my mind.

Life will not return to normal, but what is normal anyways? No good story was ever written without peaks and valleys. No happy ending ever came without a little anxiety, a little trouble, a little anticipation.

Cinderella had to endure hardship.
Snow White had to trust in strangers.
Moana had to sail a boat by herself.
Heck, even Captain America had to be frozen in the tundra for a bunch of years.

Good things come through struggles.
Perspective comes from troubles.
And I absolutely believe in happy endings. 

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  1. PJSNovember 11, 2018 at 6:56 PM

    I "knew" you as a "wee" girl when you lived in merry olde England. Meredith your writings are so honest, encouraging and inspiring. Praying God's blessings on you.

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