I’d give my right arm…

And some people do. Their right arm. Or a part of their brain. Or a breast, or perhaps a leg or a prostate. For my uncle it’s his right lung. The loss of a significant part of ourselves to regain another chance at life is no small thing, is it. Another of those incredibly difficult decisions we have to make on this journey. Another incredible sacrifice. And there are many of them, aren’t there. The damage we have to do to ourselves to survive.

I wonder how many people have ever considered what the word sacrifice really means? I don’t know exactly why I considered it a few years back, but it has stuck with me. And I love this definition.

sacrifice (sac¦ri|fice) Pronunciation: /ˈsakrɪfʌɪs/

an act of giving up something valued for the sake of something else regarded as more important or worthy

And really that’s what it comes down to, doesn’t it. A difficult decision. The sacrifice of a valued part of ourselves in order to get something of even greater value, the chance to spend more years with the ones we love, doing the things we love to do. This precious existence we call life. And though this sacrifice can often entail much grief, the gain can be immense, can’t it. And in November my uncle has found a way to do that. Because there’s a surgeon in Sydney who’ll remove his right lung, mesothelioma and all. A massive operation that will give him the chance to enjoy many more years. Fortunately he goes into this surgery with the knowledge that others have gone before him and are now living years beyond the threat that once hung over them. And where other doctors gave him up, he has found one that knows there is a way.

It never ceases to amaze me how we all come through the things we do. The human body, the human spirit is an amazing thing, isn’t it. Always adapting, always repairing. Because we are designed to heal, aren’t we. It’s in our blueprint. And while he will wake from this surgery having made an incredible sacrifice, he will awake without the cancer, without the threat, having reclaimed for himself his life…


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  1. Jules Tarrant October 8, 2012 at 4:01 am #

    Hi Belinda and followers,

    It is an interesting concept… being the exception to the rule. For some that feels like pressure and for others a ticket to empowerment. The truth is that it is the exception that proves the rule. At some level we do actually get to decide if we are going to be the exception or the rule.
    Loving your blog.

    • embracingchemo October 21, 2012 at 4:07 am #

      A wise man once taught me that if 1/10 people survive, then make up your mind that you are going to be the 1! And I think that when more people decide to be the exception, and take the necessary steps to make it happen, then being the exception will become more common and shift the odds for everyone. Love your input JT.