Strength to Carry On
Within the next week, Abbey was put to the test, as she had to endure some of the most stressful times in her life.
She had to tell her daughters that she was going to have surgery. She had to tell them that she was going to have to go through chemotherapy. She had to get in front of the White House press corps and tell them she had cancer. She had to stand there and answer their questions. She had to put on her best smile and pretend that everything was okay.
Was it really okay?
Could it be okay?
It has already been a week since she walked into the doctor's office and found out that she would be having surgery.
Surgery to get rid of the malignant tumor.
Tumor. Cancer. That's what she had. And it was malignant.
Now she was sitting on a table, getting sliced into. They were trying to remove the cancerous cells from her body before they had a chance to spread to other parts of her body. Once this was over with, she'd have to go through an even harder time.
What if it made her sick? It doesn't have the same effects on everyone. But many people get sick from it. And...
Their hair falls out.
Would Abbey loose her hair? Would she become so sick that she no longer wanted to live? Many people with cancer do.
But then, many people with cancer, on chemotherapy also go on to live long normal, happy lives.
Which road would Abbey travel?
It was like that poem. The Road less traveled, by Robert Frost.
*Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,* Abbey could either let the cancer control her, or she could fight to control the cancer.
*And sorry I could not travel both* Was she really sorry? She knew which path she wanted. But could she take it?
*And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same,*
One road open to Abbey was sure to be bumpy. Full of all sorts of monsters, potholes, fallen trees, and debris. The other road would be a lot better. It'd be a nice clean, clear road. Nothing in the way.
*And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.*
Abbey had the strength to carry on now. With Jed by her side, she had the strength to endure the road less traveled by. She could do it. She knew she could.
Now, the question is, does she have to?
What road is she going to take?