This post is not meant to be depressing. It’s just a peek
into where some of my “health” drive originates… Within the last 2 years God
has rocked my world. Since April of 2010,
more than 7 friends, family, co-workers, church friends, old friends and
friends of friends have been diagnosed with cancer. Each had a different type of cancer. Some
recovered more quickly, but others were not given a good prognosis. At the time the gravity of their situations
did not sink in to my thick skull. But 4 short months later, mortality slapped
me hard in the face when my Uncle Tom, the first of 3 within a 3 month period,
passed away from this horrible disease in July of 2010… My eyes are wide open now. Cancer, a word that just a few short years
ago was something that happened to “other people” and was something you just got
removed from your skin, now stares at me daily through the eyes of so many friends
and family.
Each of these loved ones who are/were stricken with this,
fight/fought for their lives every day.
Every day the diagnosis is/was forced upon them whether they have/had
the will power to fight it or not.
Which begs the question, what should I be fighting for? What do I take for granted? Is lack of will
power an excuse for me to eat poorly? Is being tired a good excuse to skip the
gym? I know that I am not battling in the same war they are and would never
dare to compare any skirmish I have in life with theirs. But we cannot deny that each day we wake up
we have to choose to Fight for Our Life while we have the opportunity!
I’m a fixer… If there
is a solution to a problem, or even a band-aid option I’m all over it… But I
can’t fix this. I can’t ignore it,
prevent it or wish it away. My meager
attempts at humor, or making a meal, small talk or doing little helpful things provide
only some solace and comfort but no healing.
So what else CAN I do?
