Year of Mercy Reflection

Friday, Jul. 29, 2016

My year of mercy started on a Wednesday. It was Feb. 23, 2011. A radiologist, whom I had never met before, told me what I already knew: I had cancer. That day fateful began one of the most difficult, and best, years of my life.

My temperament, although I’m not particularly proud of it, is a little high strung.  I’m used to being in charge.  I don’t like asking for help.  To need help, in my mind, is a sign of failure.  Imagine my dismay as my need for help grew exponentially each day.  My lesson was to learn how to accept mercy and to do it quickly.  

Mercy came in many forms.  From my husband, who demonstrated patience while he endured my emotional outbursts and irrational thinking on what seemed like a daily basis. From my oldest daughter, who demonstrated wisdom way beyond her years.  From my youngest daughter, who was courageous and strong.  From my father, mother, sisters and extended relatives who prayed for me across the miles.  From my best friend, who shared my tears, lifted me with her joy and forced me to keep a journal.  From my mother-in-law, who cooked, cleaned, shopped and kept me company.  From my colleagues, neighbors, medical staff and strangers I encountered who provided me with kind words, free food, drink, gifts and prayers all in the name of mercy.  

Too all of you, I am forever grateful.

No, it wasn’t always easy.  There were many days filled with sadness, pain, anger and tears, but for the most part, I received enough mercy and blessings to last me a lifetime.  I can only hope that I was able to carry my cross with grace and humility all in the name of Jesus.

Liz Pellum

Blessed Sacrament Parish