Retired nurse Clara Costales- Orallo writes about her struggles with cancer. (Facebook)
(For three years now, I have been treated with medicine to target the metastatic cancer in my lungs.
This is what happens after I have a treatment of immunotherapy)
My deep hole so dark and cold,
Climb up, with all your might!
So fatigued, groggy , weak, Nauseous and so alone,
feeling of hopelessness
I am so tired, so tired and dozed off into oblivion
In a daze the nights and days came and went
Dreams of walking in a sunny
day by the creek
Running down stream and
racing with the rushing water.
The birds flying low hoping to
catch a minnow.
The sunsets’ glow the horizon
still lights the wheat fields below
I kept running, running fast then
I stumbled and came out of dreamland, awaken and still in that deep dark hole crouched, frightened and cold,
I heard a voice in the cold breeze “Be not afraid”
Get up and go, you can’t give up.
I put up my hands and
Hands stronger than mine.
pulled me up.
It was the Hands of the Lord
leading the way
I am up, I walked, I sung, to the Praises of God,
Still in a daze but fully awake,
Thank You Lord for getting me out of the that cold dark hole.
Note: I am not quite out of that cold deep, dark, hole yet, but that Hand that pulled me out in that instance will forever keep pulling me out till that dark cold hole will be covered with clean good warm earth and forever won’t be in that deep, cold, dark hole ever again.