I’ve just read a post on Facebook from a friend-sharing a memory of her friend who died very young from my type of cancer. I knew of this person, read many of her posts in a cancer group and am ashamed today to say that I never really took to her. I found her brusque and abrupt and we seldom had any interaction in that group. But I never took the time to truly think about what her life was like, and how she was just trying to cope with 4 children and the pain of advanced cancer.
I am ashamed of myself today for not appreciating how much she was going through-how she went from stage 1b cancer to incurable and dying and leaving her babies in such a short period of time. I am continually trying to be a better person, not to be critical and judgemental, but this showed me that I failed and need to try harder. That made me cry today. And made me think. Gosh, it was hard to read.
Sarah xx
