Wednesday, 22. August 2007, 10:29:34
Courage, [kur-ij, kuhr-]
noun,
From Latin cor, heart.
steadfastness, energy when faced with danger, intrepidity, spirit, valor, perseverance.This is what is written in the dictionary but, for me at least, there is another book, one of flesh and bones that spells out the meaning of courage in ways the dictionary could never do. To me courage is a noun indeed, one that can be spelled with just three letters: MUM.
Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the ability to face life with your head held high, even when you are trembling inside. This is not in the dictionary, but I know it to be true, I have read this in my mother's eyes for a long time.
Some seven years ago she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She told me one afternoon, as I was coming back from college. She was straightforward, I searched inside for a reaction and none was available to me, there was no time. The treatments started immediately, chemo and radiotherapy and inevitably the surgery, removing her breast. This all came to pass, not without fear, but always with courage, her courage and an unshaken faith, I do not share but admire.
My mother today is recovering from a new surgery, one that placed a pacemaker to correct a slight arrhythmia in her heart. Nothing as frightening as the previous scares but still...
She called me yesterday at lunchtime, worried about my slightly sore throat. She called me from a hospital bed worried about my throat!
Courage is not the absence of fear, it is the realization that love brings us of what truly matters: enjoying the people we love and sharing our lifes with them. Sharing our strengths and weaknesses, holding and by held by them.
True love is courage! Even before I became a mother myself I learned this from my mum, as I know she learned it from hers.
Courage is not the absence of fear, the absence of fear is ignorance. Just as happiness is not the absence of sadness, but rather the presence of hope.
My mother and grandmother!