At the beginning of this year, my Father in Law was diagnosed with cancer of his liver. This finding was completely unexpected. Today I’m happy to report that he has remained completely clear of all cancerous cells for about 2-months now. Amazing given the size of the tumour and his other medical conditions with which he suffers. Added to this is his age of 72 years. It’s remarkable what the medical profession can achieve these days. That and his positive mental attitude that undoubtedly helped carry him through. His wife, who has since been ordained as a Minister of the Church will have spent hours and days asking God. And then equal if not more time thanking God for sparing him. He’s now in really good health given what he’s been through.
Last week, a friend and respected colleague announced that he too had just been diagnosed with cancer. Being a religious man he asked for prayers to be said to help both himself and his family at this time of struggle. I spoke with him just this week and was bowled over at how up-beat he was. Determined to fight his condition, up for the challenge and extremely focused on the battle that lies ahead of him. His name is Mike and he’s started his own blog to document his thoughts and feelings which he has graciously allowed me to link to here: http://www.mglweb.com/
Some good news though, Mike found out yesterday that his initial diagnosis and prognosis is not as bad as it first appeared. He still has cancer, but his type of cancer does not appear to be as aggressive as he and the physicians first thought. This is fantastic news.
I was brought up by my Grandmother who used to drag me to church every Sunday to attend Mass at St Joseph’s Catholic Church in North Wales. I hated going for many reasons. It was a long walk to get there. Worse in the winter months and worse still because I was never allowed to eat anything until we eventually returned home again because we would be taking Communion. At 8-years of age I had no idea what was being said nor why my Grandmother who barely had enough money to put food on the table, used to hand over little envelopes of cash to the Priests each week. Especially as most of them used to reek of stale tobacco or booze or both!
It’s a funny thing religion. I’m not knocking it and I fully appreciate and respect the faith people have in their Gods. I don’t really buy-in to it being the cause of all wars because in my view, that’s down to the people using it as a vehicle for violence and hatred – it’s not the religion per se. I’ve always wondered why, if God exists, good people are made to suffer such horrible illnesses like cancer. I’ve been even more perplexed as to how such people take an even stronger grip on their faith when they’ve been blighted by such things when I would be asking ‘Why me?’ ‘Haven’t I served you well for all these years?’
But I guess it’s a mindset. A total belief despite whatever is happening in their worlds they still have faith that God will do what is right irrespective of the final outcome.
Faith, hope, even glory. It’s what drives people on to succeed and beat the odds. It’s the faith in God, oneself, the team, the systems of management and processes that appear to work. Who would have thought 50-years ago that we would have advanced at the rate we have as a collective of mammals; mere mortals? But somebody somewhere had the belief. No one ever achieved anything by not daring to believe; to dream; to hope, overcome and achieve.
When all is dark around you, whatever your circumstances; however slim your chances of achieving your dream; it’s important to believe.
Wishing you every success in all that you do,