You know what I was doing, this afternoon? I was writing a long, winding rant about how I didn't know for sure that I want to keep doing this anymore ('this': life with so many tonic-clonic seizures, and all that comes with it). And then I got an SMS from a friend.
Her mother, who had been battling cancer for about as long as I'd known her, died this afternoon.
Well. If that doesn't put things in perspective, I don't know what will.
She was among the sunniest people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. And despite the fact that she'd been ill for four years, nobody saw this coming (not even her own daughter). She never stopped smiling and telling everyone that 'everything will be all right'.
Everything is not all right. She's dead at much too young an age, leaving behind a husband and two teenage daughters. She never did anything to deserve what she got. Life isn't fair.
But then, it's not as if I didn't know that already, right?
In any case, my pessimism has been put on hold indefinitely. She fought tooth and nail to hold on to this life, and she lost. I would be a coward if I *chose* not to hold on.
Her mother, who had been battling cancer for about as long as I'd known her, died this afternoon.
Well. If that doesn't put things in perspective, I don't know what will.
She was among the sunniest people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. And despite the fact that she'd been ill for four years, nobody saw this coming (not even her own daughter). She never stopped smiling and telling everyone that 'everything will be all right'.
Everything is not all right. She's dead at much too young an age, leaving behind a husband and two teenage daughters. She never did anything to deserve what she got. Life isn't fair.
But then, it's not as if I didn't know that already, right?
In any case, my pessimism has been put on hold indefinitely. She fought tooth and nail to hold on to this life, and she lost. I would be a coward if I *chose* not to hold on.
