Last night, while I took my dog to the backyard, I noticed how clearly I could see the stars. A night sky like that lends to a lot of thinking.
I had a new blog written for you all this week, but to be honest, I just couldn’t post it at this time. There are too many thoughts and emotions swirling through my mind currently and I’ve instead decided to briefly share them.
Most of you have heard the news of Brittany Maynard, the 29 year-old woman who ended her life with dignity and courage in the face of terminal brain cancer. Or the story of Lauren Hill, the 19 year-old NCAA basketball player who, despite having months to live, scored in her very first game. And lastly, here in Connecticut a young girl by the name of Nina Poeta who lost her battle to brain cancer.
These are all extraordinarily tragic stories that have, quite frankly, broken my heart. I thought about my time being “locked” in my body and I remember thinking that if I would never recover from it, that I would not want to live. I understand Brittany’s choice. I remember my dad letting me drive myself to rehab when the doctors cautioned me against it. It brought me such joy and hope to accomplish that, so I can almost feel Lauren’s excitement when that ball made its swish noise. And my family’s pain when they thought I might not survive – my heart hurts for Nina ‘s loved ones.
The bright side is that they have brought brain tumors to the forefront – a place they usually don’t see. I pray that this is only the beginning in spreading awareness of the devastation brain tumors can cause and the research that is so terribly needed. There are so many suffering whose stories we don’t hear about. Maybe it’s time that we do and reach out. Here in Connecticut, we have the CTBTA working tirelessly to better the lives of those living with this disease. Without the support of the hard-working people who organized and run the CTBTA to raise funds for prevention and treatment, finding the cure someday would be impossible. Hopefully, other support groups follow the lead and someday, every person suffering with a brain tumor has someone to turn to.
When my dog finally pulled on the leash, I snapped out of my thoughts but not before looking up and thanking those lucky stars of mine.