So just recently, I made my friend, who just finished her chemo for great cancer, cry.
And for good measure, I made myself cry too.
You see, we are working on a project together about compassion and hugs. Given our respective painful pasts with illness, we think there is too little in the world and we want there to be more.
She couldn’t see how others would relate to her so I told her what I saw (and yes, the tears are coming again).
She had a life, with her family and friends and then cancer came along, threatening it all. Because cancer can kill. We don’t really say that anymore but it’s true.
Death, that constant companion to us all but who we ignore like that really smelly fart in an elevator (we all know it’s there, it’s unpleasant but we all pretend it doesn’t exist).
A cancer diagnosis brings death back into the picture and we realise
Maybe I don’t get to keep this life that I have.
As much as it brings tears to my eyes to type this, and all of a sudden my nose is really snotty, I need to say this
we don’t know what we are going to have tomorrow. And we can’t do anything about the past. We can only change now. So whether you are doing the laundry, paying bills, or are on holiday
Find something you like in the activity you are doing, no matter how small, and focus on that. Grow it and enjoy it.