“Let us sacrifice our today so that our children can have a better tomorrow.” – A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
Sacrifice [sak-ruh-fahys] Noun, The surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim.
Tucker has been in treatment for seven months and through out that time we both have given up a lot. Like Summer…ours spent in the confines of the 10 South Hemonc Ward at Doernbechers. Going to birthday parties or public places because counts were to low to be safe. For Tucker going to classes and seeing friends. Even just the simple joys of going outside to run and play. Holidays spent in the hospital. Luxuries and conveniences, like going to the movies. And now my job adds itself to the list.
Making sacrifices is hard and frustrating. Feeling like your life is swept away by an uncontrollable river. Feeling like you are just clinging onto a branch waiting for rescue. Waiting for it to all be over. Waiting for normal to return. Although I have a feeling nothing ever again will be normal for our perspective will be changed by the sacrifices that we have had to make.
Through the frustration I remind myself that this will end. Some semblance of normal will return. I will have another job again, Tucker will go to school, hang out with his friends, run and play outside again, we won’t spend holidays in the hospital and we will go anywhere we want whenever we want. Some sacrifices will be life long but others will soon find themselves to be distant memories.