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?
Things like Crossfit and Paleo are not the antidote. They do
not make me invincible or untouchable. They
will not save me from cancer, a car accident, a lightning bolt or however God chooses
to bring me home. But they are hopefully, a means to a stronger fighter. They
are practices by which my body will be healthier and stronger should I ever be
faced with the harsh physical realities of this world. I talk about the battles I fight against
myself at the gym, with the pull-up bar or my eating habits and self
control. I recognize that these are mere
mole-hills compared to the mountains so many around me face… but I’ve decided
to become a fighter and do something with the time I’ve been given and
hopefully honor these dear warriors, even if in just a small way… So for Uncle
Tom, Debbie, Kandice, Juanita, Kat, Brian, Grandma and all the others who have
touched my life and have tackled cancer in one form or another I will Fight for
My Life by being a healthier Leah.