by Selin Philip Oommen
I
was an active worrier for long time. My worries began when my dear
mother began her battle with cancer seven years ago. It was not merely
her battle but the whole family’s battle with that dreadful disease.
Through the many years of that battle, I used to fear and worry about
losing her any time. The unrelenting trials that I had to encounter
during those years affected my functioning and I began to slowly slide
into pathological worry. I failed to bring my worry to God’s presence.
Even after bidding farewell to my loving mother from this earth to her
eternal abode, I couldn’t stop worrying, but began to worry about the
other “important” things that concerned me.
