I'm in a funk, though I am glad the holidays have come to an end I still can't seem to pull my self out of it.
Maybe it's because I am missing too many people who left last year including my sister.
Death is part of life, we spend the first 40 years believing we will be "the one" who conquers it. Then one day you wake up and realize none of us will get out of this world alive.
Currently one of the priest from my parish is fighting a very aggressive cancer, early this past summer they thought he was in remission..but it came back with a vengeance and he is back on Chemo.
Today on his caring page he posted this and it made me so sad.
"I have an appointment with my primary care physician this next Tuesday afternoon. I want to get his opinion on my medical status. I really don't want to go through the chemo anymore. Its way too much on me physically. In reality, the quality of life is only good for maybe 5 or 6 days out of a month. That is not a lot. Theres no guarantee, and the tumor is still there. Every three weeks is another chemo. 2 1/2 weeks of that is sheer misery and bedtime. And for stage 4 cancer, that's really not good enough. For now, I'm just getting his honest professional opinion - that's all. And just pondering realities, being honest and keeping you all, my friends informed, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Pray for all they are ill. And let's work on the smiles together!"
He has been so brave keeping everyone else spirits up, I wish there was something we could do for him. Meanwhile I'll keep him in my prayers and right now I'm going to go eat some chocolate.