As Eddie joined his mother and father for a late breakfast, it was obvious they had had little sleep.
“Not used to these luxury breakfasts,” he smiled.
“Extra charge for these,” his mother smiled back.
We’re back to normal, Eddie thought – or as normal as circumstances will allow.
Breakfast over, Eddie spoke softly, “Mum and Dad, I’ve done a lot of thinking in a little while, and have come to some firm decisions… that is, provided it’s acceptable to you two. Last night too reinforced what I have always known but very seldom mentioned to you – both of you have given me the chance to live. Without you, I would have been dead long ago, more possibly than not, a hopeless alcoholic or drug addict. You have given me the gift of new life, hopes, opportunities and most importantly of all, you accepted and loved me – really loved me as a son.” He stopped as he noticed tears cascading down his mother’s cheeks and his father turning away to hide his.
“I’m so sorry,” he continued. “I don’t want to upset you. I just want you to know how grateful I am, have been and always will be for the wonderful and happy life you have given me.” He leaned over and squeezed the hands of both.
“Sorry, son,” his mother whispered. “Please go on.”
“You are such special parents,” Eddie reiterated. “Last night,” he continued, “well, last night I made plans for the future.” He stopped for a few seconds, then continued, “I have decided against chemo and ray treatment. From what I can see, in cases like mine they achieve little in healing but cause some pretty nasty side effects. Having said that, I will accept any other treatment that is needed. Last night I asked Sean for an estimate of time left to me. He said he couldn’t give me an answer as every case is different… But I will live to see myself an uncle!”
“Of course,” his father coughed.
“So,” Eddie continued, “I still have to talk to my bishop. But I think Mark will agree to any of my wishes. I would like to return to Bourke fairly soon. I know I won’t be there for too long. But I would hope that I still have two or three months of enough health for that. And then…” He stopped for a few seconds as though looking for words. “And then I’ll come home.” His voice faltered.
Holding her feelings at bay, his mother spoke softly, but firmly. “Of course, Eddie. In all your plans and decisions, we’re right with you. I can speak for Dad.” She looked over to her husband who nodded. “We are both right behind you in any decision you make. And we are going to make the most of what is left to us in all our lives. Who knows what is in store for any of us in the future!” Suddenly her bravado crumpled. Again, tears began to flow.
Eddie hugged her. “You’re right, Mum. We are going to make the most of whatever life is left to us.”