MY DAD

it   has been 8 months since my father was diagnosed with cancer.His treatment is still on and life is a series of ups and downs.Sometimes hope builds its nest in our hearts and we feel that we have overcome the worst and sometimes fears trap us in cobwebs and we are left groping in the darkness.My father has been an exemplary patient and his courage to take on life is inspiring .He goes to work for three hours everyday and then works from home.Survival is truly about having a purpose in life.When the chemotherapy takes a toll on him he takes a break from work and once the sideeffects pass off he is back to work.He takes a keen interest in all our lives and is involved in all decisions we take.In the middle of the night I wake up to wonder why this happened to us.I feel insecure about my daughter ,about all of us.I feel that taking care of one's health is not enough to save ourselves from anything.My dad does not smoke ,does not drink,is a vegetarian ,used to walk  5 kms everyday ,had regular health check ups.Yet he got this disease.I feel helpless at times.I pray also but sometimes i feel no faith within me.I find it difficult to maintain relationships with friends or even be able to concentrate on my work.Then i look at my dad and shake off all my despondency .I know life has a purpose even in suffering and i hope and pray that we wiil be able to overcome this dark phase of our lives.