Well, today was Cinco de Mayo - the fifth of May. A day for latin revelry. And like St. Patty’s day, a day that offers to folks of all ethnic backgrounds a reason to embrace things outside their own ethnicity with a great excuse for a good party. Hello . . . tacos and cervesa!
Well, this Cinco de Mayo of 2009 brings something else to the Sweeton family. Today is the first anniversary of that fateful doctor visit and MRI that lead us all down an extraordinary journey with Alan for the past 12 months.
I look back and my first thoughts are anger and sorrow. I’m angry about all we had to endure the past 12 months - terrifying days; sleepless nights; inconsiderate health”care” professionals; drive here, drive there, drive every-damn-where; and the mind-numbing medical, insurance, and social services bureaucracies. I’m angry about all that we missed like disc golf tournaments, parties, and family vacations. I’m angry that my son can’t see. I’m angry that there is no guarantee that the cancer won’t come back again.
Past the anger is something much worse - sorrow. My sorrow is mostly not for this past year, but for the future. I grieve over things missed and to be missed. I grieve over experiences for Alan that have lost, or will lose, dimension. Going to a movie, but not really seeing it. I selfishly grieve for shared experiences that will now likely never happen. I grieve for opportunities, both the expected and the unknown, now lost. I grieve over simple things like Alan not being able to enjoy a game of catch tossing a frisbee back and forth.
But, regardless of the anger and the sorrow I feel, I also feel positive emotions too. I am thankful and I am joyful.
I’m thankful for our faith. I don’t know how folks without faith go through something like this without the absolute deepest of despair. I am joyful knowing that God indeed doesn’t give us more than we can handle when we can lean on him.
I’m thankful for the outpouring of love and support from family, friends, and complete strangers.
I am joyful in my understanding of the goodness in the people around us.
I’m thankful for workplaces, workmates, and bosses who let us do what we had to do to get Alan through this. I am joyful in the better appreciation I have for those with whom we work not just as fellow travelers in the rat race, but as caring individuals.
I’m thankful for the sense of family and community we felt at every turn. I am joyful that they stand ready and will be there in the future if needed.
I’m thankful for the healthcare professionals, from the lowest paid orderly to the highest paid doctor, who aren’t just collecting a paycheck, but are lovingly putting the “care” into healthcare. I am joyful that they outnumbered the ones just collecting a paycheck.
I am thankful that Alan attended the monthly Bucks County Disc Golf Alliance meeting with me tonight and had a good time with great friends. I am joyful that he will do so again.
I am thankful that as I type this sitting in bed, my son is here a year later, lying in his bed in the next room, enjoying listening to a book on tape. I am joyful that he will learn more ways for technology to help him live a fuller life.
I am thankful that on the 30th of this month, Alan will play in the Great Eastern Amateur Cup. I am Joyful that although he will do so with a much higher score than he once would have had, he will enjoy it nevertheless, and many dear friends will be cheering him every stroke along the way.
I am thankful that we will be able to again enjoy our family vacation in Maine this summer after missing it last year. I am joyful that we won’t take it for granted and will therefore enjoy it all the more.
I am thankful that after a year of medical strife and an unusual amount of business travel for me, our family is stronger than ever. I am joyful that regardless of the future, I know we will remain that way.
I am thankful that my daughter Amber can still get straight A’s despite all the lack of attention in her direction for the past year. I am joyful in seeing the fine young woman she is becoming.
I am thankful that my loving wife Ginny leans on me for and giving support, even if I’m crying my own eyes out during a tough spell. I’m joyful that she still calls me her rock regardless.
And most of all, I am thankful for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, who died for my sins so that I may have eternal life. I am thankful that Ginny, Alan, and Amber know Him as Lord of their lives too. I am Joyful that one day, regardless of when we each leave this earth, we will all be reunited in Heaven, and in our heavenly perfection Alan will again have sight, and we will again enjoy the simple pleasure of tossing a Frisbee to one another.
Thank you each and every one for your love and support this past year. I am ever so thankful for you helping me to endure the anger and sorrow with my catharsis in writing to you. Know that your support has brought us all great joy.
God Bless,
Andrew