what really matters
In a really cruel twist of fate, life has driven its point home and reminded me that indeed there are worse things to stress about than unruly hair and missing mirrors. Just after having reflected on my need to control the little things as a result of having no control over the big things, I received some very shocking and upsetting news: a good friend has been diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer. This is beyond losing control of something big – it’s a loss of control the magnitude of which I cannot even begin to comprehend. This dear friend is only thirty years young and has two small daughters. She’s a person who’s always smiling and cheerful and full of life. She’s not someone who should be thinking about cancer. (As if anyone should ever be).
I write this because it’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month and because I urge all women reading this to remember to do regular self-exams. I urge the men reading this to remind the women in their lives to check their breasts for lumps and to be vigilant about their health. My friend had actually been aware of a lump in her breast and had brought it to her doctor’s attention. For a variety of reasons, he had dismissed it as a breast feeding related infection, and so it went untreated until she recently sought the advice of a different doctor.
I hate to write a post with a moral because I’m really not one for moralizing, but this time around, I do offer you a take-home message: enjoy every moment that life gives you with your loved ones and take good care of your health. It’s more important than money, career, or fame and so much worthier of your energy.