Yesterday a fellow teen cancer patient at BC Children’s
Hospital passed away. Remembering that death is quite common, I struggled to
justify why this had hit me so hard. It wasn’t because she was diagnosed with a
cancerous disease like myself and had taken similar drugs, or that she had spent
her last days in the hospital where I was only a few floors below her.
I met her for the first time a couple of weeks ago at a
teen-oncology-group meeting, although we didn’t talk much. I’d say she looked
sick at the time but then again, so did everyone. It wasn’t until today that I
realised how much we had in common. She was from Richmond, BC and was only a
year older than me. She had an older brother, off at university. The toughest
thing to see were photos of her in her soccer uniform, before she was
diagnosed; Photos with her teammates, her friends, holding medals and trophies.
I thought of myself and realised that our connection grew far past just our
common diagnosis, but our lives and similarities before all the obscurities was
what brought on emotion.
Regardless of how it ends, a life spent fighting cancer
really sucks; but it makes life spent before the fight all the more meaningful.
Every happy moment magnified, every grudge forgotten and the love,
unconditional.
Breeding optimism for the ones who have lost the fight
against cancer or who have lost a loved one because of it,
- Serena Bonneville :)
