The worst day of my life was precisely three years ago today. I had just spent three restless days and two sleepless nights in the hospital with my wife, who would be soon be receiving news from a team of brilliant doctors that she had advanced stage 4 blood cancer.
Receiving this kind of news would have stopped the beating heart of an Olympic Gold Medalist. But not Sara. I’ll never understand how, but Sara didn’t bat an eye at it. She nodded, smiled and said, “Okay.”
I think that I shall forever be in awe of her calmness; how collected she seemed and how perfectly comfortable she was with accepting the circumstances. Her composure, bravery and inability to complain will always leave me baffled. To say that I have severe doubts that I would receive such news just as well as she would be awarded the Understatement of the Year; I know that I lack the ability to handle things as well as she did.
So for those of you who have experienced a journey similar to ours, I salute you. And for those of you in the midst of such a journey I say this – It’s been three years since the worst day of my life, meaning that each passing day feels as though it is the best day of my life.