Yesterday a woman whose blog I had been following died from stage 4 colon cancer. She was only 29 years old and had a wonderful husband and 2 young children. Her name was Kim. This woman was so strong and courageous; she definitely inspires me. I'm glad she's no longer suffering, but so sad for the many, many people that loved her.
When I read that she had died (surrounded by family and friends) it really hit me hard. I knew it would the first time. That was my fear when I first started looking for blogs of others who have cancer. I was looking for information and support, but, obviously, when you are dealing with cancer, sometimes people die. I've never been very good around death; heck, goodbyes make me cry! I'm not sure its something I want to get used to either. I have no idea how oncology nurses and doctors do it; do they ever get used to it?
I am a part of this group that I never wanted to be a part of. Yet, I have to say I'm proud to be amongst some of the strongest people I have ever known. They take you in, encourage you, help you in any way they can, even as they are fighting their own battles.
I'm not sure I'll ever understand why God allowed this to happen to me, but I know I'll never be the same. And my cancer doesn't only affect me, but all those that care about me. We've all grown through this. I've learned just how strong my husband and children are--they are amazing!
I hope I can be of help to others, and enjoy every day that God gives to me--just like Kim.
Love and Blessings,