New life is a beautiful thing. On Oprah the other day Will Smith said that in life, death is never the end. There is always a rebirth. “So if you have suffered a loss,” he said – a parent has died, you’ve lost your job, been divorced – faced cancer, I would add – “You’ve got to stay focused, because there will be a rebirth.” He explained this is always God’s way.
On Sunday night, my little sister went into labor. Felicity and I jumped in the car and drove the five hours to be with her – and then missed the baby’s birth by about an hour. When we arrived, they gave the baby to me, and Charity said, “Everyone, meet Nola Serenity Long.” I cried.
Charity explained that she decided at her wedding that she would name her first baby after me, because at the time I had been diagnosed with a rare, aggressive cancer. Then of course, I lived. (“Yay”, Charity added as she told the story). But then, you may remember, in April of this year, they found a spot on my bone and I went into surgery again. As we waited for the news about whether or not it was cancer again, Charity and Ryan waited for the appointment that would tell them whether or not they had made it to the twelve-week mark with her pregnancy. She had previously miscarried and at this point not yet told us she was pregnant again.
Some time in the morning, we got my news – no cancer. And not long after, Charity heard her baby’s healthy heartbeat. Now Nola Serenity Long and I share a name and a very happy day in which our families learned that we would live.
I’m the happiest Aunt in the world, and life is a beautiful thing.