It was some shocking news I read yesterday.
I am coming up on my 40th high school reunion in the fall, and of course, there are pages dedicated to it where you can find out the latest news.
A few days ago, I hit on a page and saw a girl that I shared foreign language classes with had passed away.
Yesterday, I read that another classmate passed away, and from reading the information, gathered she must have been battling cancer for a while. What makes it even more sad for me is her husband and I worked together for roughly twenty years. He adored her.
Here I am, semi-retired, three cancers later, writing a blog post on a computer.
Survivor’s guilt? You bet.Oh, I know that I am here for a reason, but there always comes a reality check. That’s why I thank God when I get up in the morning and manage to have two feet on the ground.
Rest in peace, Cheryl and Gloria.
Whenever I required a medical procedure, and was required to go into the hospital, I was blessed to have a great support system. When it comes down to brass tacks, though, I was the patient. No one else. Procedures are scary. When you have family you are worrying about, it adds to the weight on you, the patient.
I am writing this post for one of my BFF’s. They know who they are.
Cancer is scary. It’s good to vent your emotion at this lousy disease. You have to be holding good karma, and hoping for the best. The crappy thing is having to go through it. I wish I were there in person to get you through it, but please know a long distance rope of prayers and best wishes are out there with you!
I went to make a sick call for Church tonight and stopped at a former neighbors while I was in the area.
I heard her call,” Come in.” and did, only to see her crying.
My good friend lost her 47-year-old daughter to cancer. She passed away today.
I immediately thought back to my niece, Sandy, who passed away at 18 to a mid brain tumor. Jeanne passed away today from metastatic breast cancer at the age of 47. She left behind her mom, 2 brothers, 2 sisters, husband, and two children, 10 and 8 years old.
Jeanne fought the good fight and gave it her all, but as I say a lot: cancer is a very mean disease.
Heaven needed another angel.
Rest in peace, Jeanne.
Things are really amazing in life, you know?
You can go from 0 to 60 MPH in a heartbeat.
Then, in the next breath, you get news that old buddies are on the verge of their last heartbeat.
Please hold a good thought for us as we get caught up, momentarily, in life’s speed up.
Hold a peaceful thought for my old friend, who managed to become diagnosed with cancer in
the seven years since he retired. He is losing his battle, and may his trip be a