A friend once wrote on her blog, “We are all broken.“ I have been thinking about this for a long time, even BEFORE we knew it was cancer. Yes, we are ALL broken: divorce, autism, stress, no job, illness, heart-break. You name it and someone you know has experienced it. “We are all broken.”
However, is it possible that being broken means a better story, a better life, a new beginning that is better than life before? Does that happen?
Last Monday, as I drove home from seeing Scott in the hospital, I noticed a tiny diamond dropped out of my wedding ring. I cried. What a terrible week to be without the token that reminds me of my tie to Scott. However, it kept scratching me, so I knew I had to send it home with step-dad, it was for the best.
Yes, it is just a THING, I get it. However, it is MY thing, MY reminder of MY husband, and MY emotions tied to it.
Shortly after our wedding, the same stone fell out of the ring. We took it back to our jewelry store, and they “fixed” it. I mean, they replaced the stone, but they did a TERRIBLE job. Why didn’t we take it back and complain? I don’t know. Heaven forbid, we complain about something we BOUGHT.
For almost 11 years, I loved my ring, but hated that one stone. The stone that made the ring less than perfect, but such is life. It really didn’t bother me that much, only when I thought about it. As life moves forward, there is little time to think about wedding rings.
Anyway, I spent last week without my ring and my husband. It was a tough week, but we got through it. Saturday morning, before I left to bring my husband home, my mom gave me my ring back.
It was fixed. It was perfect. It was shiny and new. It had been broken for years and years, scratched, and worn everyday. 4 days and $30 later, it was fixed. New. Perfect.
Days later, I wonder: Despite the fact that Cancer has broken Scott and our lives, is it possible that when he beats the odds and shocks the medical community, that we will be fixed and new? Yes, yes it is.
“We are all broken,” but sometimes, we also get fixed.