I Can’t Complain
I can’t complain. It’s Saturday.
It’s the start of a long weekend.
It’s 7 a.m. I made the kids breakfast, and a big cup of coffee for me.
I have laundry to do.
Clothes to fold.
Floors to vacuum and beds to make.
I’m not going to complain that my husband, Seth just left for a day trip to our hometown three hours away.
You see it’s not any trip to visit family. It’s a trip to say good-bye to his cousin.
For ten years, Seth’s cousin, Brande has been battling cancerous brain tumors.
I remember when they discovered the first tumor. We received an urgent call that he wasn’t going to make it through the night. We loaded up the car, the dog, and were on the road ready to be by his bedside. Luckily, he had made it through the night and many years to come. Since then, Brande has endured surgeries, chemotherapy, and radiation treatments.
His mother told me that Brande doesn’t complain or ask “why me?”. Brande has a fighting spirit that is evident in his determination to live. Brande has celebrated the birth of his precious daughter and has pushed through pain to attend family gatherings. Last September with help from his parents, he attended another cousin’s wedding.
I wanted to complain about my children whining on our car ride to the wedding or wiggling in their seats, but when I looked behind me and saw Brande’s eyes shinning in admiration; I just couldn’t. Despite his illness, pain and short prognosis to live; Brande has been living life to the fullest.
Does it take a terminal disease to make us realize that we have no reason to complain? Why does it take a tragedy to remind us to hug our kids? We are all aware that life is short, yet it takes watching a young man with weeks to live to understand the depth of this phrase.
Seth woke up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday and is driving to see his cousin probably for the last time. I can’t imagine what’s going through his head or heart. He’ll gently squeeze Brand’s hand and give him a hug. Maybe they’ll reminisce about going four-wheeling as teenagers or talk about being proud Dad’s. Then they’ll say good-bye.
I won’t complain. I’ll play with the kids today, and be thankful for the house we are cleaning.
I won’t complain. Brande didn’t complain. It’s not about the why me’s?, but instead why am I so blessed?
I will pray for Brande, his family and my husband.
Life is short, and there is no reason to complain.
Bible Verses to Ponder
2 Corinthians 2:10
1 Peter 4:9