A friend of mine is currently living her worst nightmare. Yesterday, it was confirmed that she has pancreatic cancer and may have as little as three months to live.
My first reaction was to grab my calendar to see what I was doing three months ago. It seemed like yesterday.
I feel so sad for her.
Knowing your fate can be both a blessing and a curse. Some people can quickly advance through the five stages of death, reach out to long lost loved ones, take the trip of a lifetime and end their days with humor and peace surrounded by family. Other people feel despair until their final breath.
The pressure to be the former must be overwhelming.
None of us know how we would react when confronted with our own mortality. My friend has no idea how she will behave in the weeks to come. My only hope is that she will find a sense of calm but I can completely understand if her every waking moment is filled with fear and dread.
I made her laugh when I visited her in the hospital last week. I may never make her laugh again.
All I know, is that when she's gone, I will remember her by how she behaved in life, not in death.