I read a blog the other day about what Elizabeth Edward's death and what it might mean to people. At first I thought, why would it mean much to me? But upon further reading, I realized what the blog author was saying. Cancer death. It speaks to people. For those with cancer, it may bring thoughts of their own personal battle with the disease. They may reflect on their own life, their own mortality.
The good thing is, as the blog author states, there are no two cases alike. And Elizabeth Edward's fate will not be every cancer patient's fate. While it's inevitable some will pass, others will prevail, survive, and have long lives ahead of them.
For those of us who have lost a loved one to cancer, we think about all the others out there struggling with the disease. I'm reminded of my mother-in-law and her last days and how I wish they would just find a damn cure so no one else has to suffer like that.
I also wonder what I'd do if I contracted the disease. I know I would try to make the most of every single day I had left. Here's another thought, we should be doing that already, because you never know where life will take you. Maybe you will get cancer, maybe you'll get hit by a bus. You're not guaranteed a long and healthy life.
This is why I wrote Never Eighteen (This blog is soooo not about my book, but it organically led me there, bear with me). It's a reminder that you only get one shot at life, so take advantage of it. I admit, I don't always do it. There are days in which I brood, days that I feel sorry for myself. Days I'm lonely, days I'm frustrated. I need to start taking the advice of my own novel and just enjoy the time I have left here.
The other day I was in quite a dark state of mind. A friend said, don't think about all the bad things in life, think about all the things you're thankful for and why. Your mood will turn around.
So, here's a challenge, join me if you will. Whenever I'm feeling sorry for myself I will 1) Think about something I'm thankful for. 2) Do something, big or small, that if I died today, would leave me without regret not having done it (yes, that's not a well formed sentence, but in the scheme of things, it doesn't really matter, does it?)
Wow, this blog ended up way longer than I intended. I digressed a bit, but it's all connected.
Thanks for reading. Catch you on the flip side.