Testimony of faith. Dancing is vital to me

For months, when I woke up, I felt like I had run a marathon: exhausted. At the beginning of 2023, the doctor prescribed tests for me. “Spot on the lung… Cancer…” When the diagnosis was announced, it was “Hiroshima” in my head. I see my husband again in front of the pulmonologist. He cries silently. The prospect of having to abandon my loved ones, my children, tears me apart.

I found strength in those around me. On the first evening at the hospital, two very dear Muslim friends arrived at 8 p.m. with tea and biscuits. They left everything to come. We rely on the Lord. They urge me to trust him. We laugh. “Allah is with you!” He knows our way. »

Once the emotional moment is over, I accept: I can do nothing except follow my treatment. And pray. Celebrating the Sacrament of the Sick does me a lot of good. Next to me, Line also receives it. We don’t know each other, but at the time of the Our Father, I take his hand. We have stayed in touch ever since. The words and gestures of everyone, at the parish and elsewhere, give me unsuspected strength. Being at mass in the middle of the community calms me down. The biblical texts speak to me more clearly. “I closed my eyes because you read so well,” someone said to me one day, after I did a reading. Indeed, the text made so much sense to me! I must be like those transistors of old that sputtered more or less depending on the quality of reception: I have become a better medium.

At the League Against Cancer, I discovered an exceptional quality of relationship. We can talk about suffering, death, and build powerful friendships. Some come to the end. Sometimes very abandoned. I hear anger at the absurdity of having to leave life. Being a believer helps.

My time is limited. So, I want to give meaning to my life. I will have a big party for my 60th birthday. My job fascinates me, yes, but there are better things to do. Dancing is vital to me. Last month, I even proposed a choreography for Pink October, presented to the public. At the parish, I maintain a commitment to the liturgy, to the extent of my strength. And Mary took up more space in my prayer: “You who are a mother, help my children, take care of my husband. »