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Sebian

That video I posted of Sebian Holiday has been haunting me. Ever since I saw it I think about this young man who is slowly atrophying away knowing that his illness is terminal. His poise and wisdom beyond his years have likely been galvanized by the severity of his situation.

When my father was in the last stages of his cancer I recall reading a book called “Making Sense out of Suffering” by theologian Peter Kreeft in which the apparent unfairness of life could only be put into context in the knowledge that the resurrected Christ was the gateway for all people and that those whose lives seemed so dark would only gain their salvation from this world sooner. Their suffering could serve as a model for the rest of us to see that we possess more strength than we think to help us through our darkest times. I know I have learned from this young man just by watching a 5-minute video.

I see Sebian’s father by his side doing everything he can for his son and his calmness has no doubt not come easily as he must have faced the hellish phase of denial for a long time before coming to acceptance. As parents we would trade places with our children so that they may have a better life and this pill must be a hard one to swallow.

I think of my own able-bodied children and all the work that has gone into raising them and how fortunate I am that things are going well. My son’s battle with anxiety pales in comparison to Sebian’s challenge as does my own lifelong battle with gender dysphoria. Everything is relative isn't it.

I pray that God looks after Sebian.

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