Some things in life don’t make sense.
Why do some have more then others?
Why does an innocent child become terminally ill?
Why does the world seem to be in constant turmoil?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
It doesn’t make any sense and I doubt it ever will.
For the last year I had the privilege of working with one of the most wonderful people I have every met. She was a teacher in a school who cared deeply about the children in her class. She was a beautiful woman, on the inside and out. This woman was amazing; always spunky, always happy, always smiling, always positive. Her smile was infectious. Even on a bad day, if I saw her, I couldn’t help but smile. She was the most positive person I’ve ever know. Even in the most horrible situations, she always looked on the bright side.
I think that says a lot for someone’s character.
She was a young woman, only 42, with a husband and three children. She loved her job, adored children, and had her whole life in front of her.
So, imagine the shock when we all found out she had cancer.
Imagine thinking you had Lyme Disease only to find out you actually had cancer.
Every morning she still came to work, still taught the kids in her class, and loved every one of them.
This wonderful woman was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of cancer, one that only smokers can develop. She never smoked a day in her life. And there’s no know cure either.
She was a fighter. Even on her darkest days she powered through. Her willingness to try any drug that might help and chemo came from her positive attitude and desire to live. Anything that would help.
But her will to live was amazing. She never gave up.
She had good days and bad days, but never stopped fighting, even when she became too weak for chemo and ended up in the hospital.
She dictated letters, one to her husband and another to her father, from her hospital bed. Both were meant to be read by the staff and her class. Even now, she was still so positive.
I think one of the greatest, or saddest, parts, of the situation was that she truly believed she was going to get better (I guess it all depends on how you look at it.).
We all believed she was going to get better too. We were all hoping for a miracle.
In a way, I guess we got one. It wasn’t the one we were looking for and certainly not what we were hoping.
It was a shock when she passed away. It all happened so fast, within the span of four months. Cancer. The aggressive, silent killer.
Almost a week later and it still doesn’t seem real, but I keep reminding myself that at least she’s not suffering anymore and she’s in a better place.
It still doesn’t make sense, even with that slight rationality, and I doubt it ever will.
I think we can learn a lot from this woman. After all, she was a great teacher. Her kindness and positive attitude shined in every situation. She was always willing to help others and had a great love for all people.
Imagine what kind of world it would be if more of us carried her attitude; if there was more kindness, more love, more positivity.
It goes to show that there are no guarantees in life. We are only guaranteed today while tomorrow is a promise that may never come.
Life is a beautiful gift. Every day is a beautiful gift.
I don’t believe she ever took life for granted.
She was, and will forever be, a beautiful person.