Can't Tell you how true this is! My younger sister died of Pancreatic Cancer when she was just 45 years old. She'd been living with my parents for some years before her illness, and she ended up living in a nursing for about 5 months before her death on September 1, 2010. While my sister was in the nursing home, she and I both felt that this was going to be devastating on her. And it was difficult. However there was so much happening at this nursing home during the time that Lou was there, and she was so much a part of the community, that it was actually a blessing in disguise. My sister got to be the star of the nursing home, she had a crush on a young man who was there for rehab, and she and her private room was often the site of many impromptu parties. When she died in September a stream of visitors came to sit by her bedside and hold her hand. Patients, nurses, her social worker, so many people drifted through to be with us and have a coffee and tell a tale of a laugh or a moment shared with Louanne. And none of it would have been possible if we had kept her home.
Some days it does seem hard to go on, to keep moving forward, to keep looking for the next party or the next consultant. But I remember my dear beloved sister and how she fought right up to the end. I think of her strength, her beauty and her grace and I dig a little deeper to find the way to smile through the bad times and accept responsibility for my mistakes. It is not easy to view every experience as some kind of lesson, or to look for the hidden blessing. However without that moment, without that ability to see thru darkness and catch a glimpse of the light then I think life would be so much less rich. I love looking for the blessing. Because in that moment of recognition we become that much more human, we become in a sense, divine.