Let me preface this post by assuring you it is not a political entry, despite being inspired by the words of the current Republican presidential candidate. I fully realize that the context of Governor Romney’s words pertained to his issues with President Obama’s stance on Mid East turmoil. I am not writing about Mid East turmoil, or Republicans, or Democrats. I am not writing about politics. I am writing about hope, something I do a lot of around here. Please do not view this post through a political lens.
Yesterday, as I was prepping dinner, I was listening to NPR. I turned the radio on mid-story, and heard a clip of Mitt Romney addressing the Virginia Military Institute. “Hope is not a strategy,” is what I heard. It was a bit like a slap in the face, as hope is my strategy. Hope is what gets me through my days, you see. On the bad days, I hope for better days, and on the good days, I hope for more — more joy, more life, more of the Good Things that keep me going.
Governor Romney, of course, was not discussing Cancer Moms and what they need to get through their day. He was discussing foreign policy specific to the Middle East. I know that. The man is in the midst of the fight of his life and he is doing his best to connect with voters, appear presidential, and do what needs to be done to move in to that Oval Office come next January. I get it, I do, but still, I was struck.
It made me think about hope and what it means to me, to you, to our world. Merriam Webster’s online edition defines hope as, “to cherish a desire with anticipation,” or “to desire with expectation of obtainment,” or this, “to expect with confidence.” Huh. Not only do I not agree with Governor Romney on this, I don’t agree with Merriam Webster either. Dictionary.com does better, “the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best.” Still no cigar, but it is closer to my own definition of hope.
In the midst of Donna’s illness, in June of her last summer, after we learned of the terminal nature of her cancer, my in-laws sent a book along to us. Written by Jerome Groopman, M.D., it was called The Anatomy of Hope: How People Prevail in the Face of Illness. I picked it up with trepidation. Self-help books are not my bag, and this looked suspiciously like a self-help book, complete with a single green leaf on the cover. Yeah, I’m too cynical to do self-help.
And I am absolutely one of those gals who judges a book by its cover. I’ll look it over, but if the blurbs and first few paragraphs don’t grab me, I will put that sucker down. This is the first paragraph of the Introduction to The Anatomy of Hope:
“Hope is one of our central emotions, but we are often at a loss when asked to define it. Many of us confuse hope with optimism, a prevailing attitude that “things turn out for the best.” But hope differs from optimism. Hope does not arise from being told to “think positively,” or from hearing an overly rosy forecast. Hope, unlike optimism, is rooted in unalloyed reality. Although there is no uniform definition of hope, I found one that seemed to capture what my patients had taught me. Hope is the elevating feeling we experience when we see – in the mind’s eye – a path to a better future. Hope acknowledges the significant obstacles and deep pitfalls along that path. True hope has no room for delusion.”
At what, I hope, were the most devastating moments of my life, Dr. Groopman’s words spoke to me. Choosing hope is not a pie in the sky venture. It is not all lollipops and tutus and rainbows and ice cream. It is stone, cold, hard work. Work, people. WORK. Choosing hope, my personal strategy of choosing to be hopeful, does work for me. Every day it works for me and every day I am grateful that I have hope in my life. I see parents who have lost children to cancer who do not have hope. They scare the bejesus out of me. We bob along in the same ocean, those parents and I, but we are not in the same boat.
I wrote a Facebook status about Romney’s words last night and one of my friends wrote the most profound response, “Dismissing hope can only be done by people who have never needed it to survive.” I dare say this friend (yo, Amber) is right. I will be the first to admit that I need hope. I need it like I need oxygen, sunlight, and water. Hope is necessary to my very existence these days and without it, I would be joining those other folks in the sad, bitter, angry boat. I don’t want that for me, my husband, or my son. I want better for us. I want the joy that hope invites into my life, the possibility of a better future, the lightness of love and wonder and peace. I want hope.
So to you, Governor Romney, I say, “Hope IS a strategy. And it works. And we need more of it, all of us, to see us through these troubling times we find ourselves in.”
I am Mary Tyler Mom and I approve this message.
9 Replies to “Governor Romney, Hope Matters”
“Dismissing hope can only be done by people who have never needed it to survive.” Amen — hope can also be that one last ounce that keeps you going or gets you where you didn’t think you could go. JFK said, “We go to the moon, not because it is easy, but because it is hard.” Hope and faith are not only strategy but vectors.
I second your Amen, Molly and raise you one with another side of awesome sauce from Pipster. Beautifully said!
Hope is essential to survival. The human race could not move forward without the most basic of all hope: hope for another day.
I love every single thing about this post, and I have always believed in choosing hope as a strategy. Choosing hope time and again led to the eventual successful adoption of my daughter. Without actively choosing hope, I would still be childless. Good for you, MTM. You have my vote.
Hope and the promise of something better each day is what helps me get out of bed each morning. Without hope, my depression would completely overcome me, most days.
Thank you for this post, MTM. ❤
I choose Hope too. Hope that my doctor got all the cancer last November, Hope that my All-Clear scan in 9 days validates that, Hope that I’ll be one of the 95% of women with my type of cancer who are still alive and cancer-free after 5 years. As well as Hope that our generation will leave the planet in better shape than we found it, Hope that the sun will rise again tomorrow and Hope that we humans will learn to get along. Without that, there is no reason to get out of bed in the morning, much less get anything accomplished. Hope is the best motivator.
Sheila, I love this post. I believe that hope may indeed be the best and only strategy allowing some people to continue to live their lives when they have suffered tragedy. I agree with Groopman’s thoughts except for the part about true hope having no room for delusions. I think that true hope, with its growth stemming from the sometimes somewhat bleak depths of reality recognizes our delusions, accepts them and then deconstructs them in order to use them as food for its own survival. Sometimes delusions are just dreams (of better times, of a way out) and dreams are often the very things that allow hope to spring eternal.
much love to you and yours,
just another s-a-h-mother. ♥
Energy is often defined as the ability to do work. Hope is what helps us find the energy to move and act when reason alone would suggest we quit. Practicing hope may not a strategy but it helps us move forward … especially when it is hardest to do so.