Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My daughter has begun her chemo today and we hope for the best.  Her best friend is with her for support, and we await news of whether she will be able to come here for Christmas or I will go up there.  In the meantime I've received an outpouring of love and prayers, and feel fully supported.  I cry frequently, but also am attempting to enjoy each moment as it comes, and engage with the people (mainly grandkids) I'm spending time with.  Life is precious, and each moment is a snowflake unique and beautiful, and all are equal.  I'm trying not to add on to my sadness by attachment or aversion, which is suffering I inflict upon myself.  This is not about me.  My daughter is being brave and fully herself while she experiences horrible pain, and her situation reminds me of the Brad Pitt zombie movie where he tells the young female Israeli soldier to "gut up".  My daughter has been gutting up for six years, and is a fierce warrior.  Bless her and I'm still hoping for her to be saved.