[captionpix imgsrc=”http://lucindaporterrn.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/kites.jpg” captiontext=”Image courtesy of tungphoto/FreeDigitalPhotos.net”] The most important word in the English language is hope. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt
From time to time, hepatitis C patients who are about to start treatment say, “I don’t want to get my hopes up. To this I ask, “Why not?” When I was growing up, I was discouraged from having too much hope. “Don’t get your hopes up,” I was warned. My parents wanted to spare me from the sting of disappointment. However, high hopes, or low hopes, disappointment hurts.
However, I don’t think it hurts more if I aim high but end up with disappointing results. In fact, aiming low and feeling pessimistic about my chances feels nearly as awful as not realizing my dreams. It makes much more sense to feel that wave of hope, gently luring me forward with potential promises.
So when I started hepatitis C treatment, I grasped hope as if it was a life preserver. It was the best decision I made. Did it hurt more when twice, I found out that treatment didn’t work? Absolutely not. Hope was still waiting in the wings, whispering, “Next time.”