My friend told me very matter of factly
That she had had a double mastectomy
I had to take a minute to digest what she said
And yet she is the one who had gone through such an invasive surgery
She didn’t seem to feel sorry for herself
She had a serene look on her face
She said some things had actually improved in her home life as a result
I’m sure what she had gone through could not have been easy
Where did her strength come from?
The mystery of sacrifice
We give up something to gain something else
Is it fair?
Perhaps it’s not about fairness
It’s about our response to the challenges of life
If through suffering, we didn’t gain strength
That would be unfair
Our scars are the symbols of our resilience
Our fortitude
Our victory
February 27th, 2020
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