The biggest fight of all
There are many different kinds of fights.
Those that take place in a ring. The ones between family members: siblings, spouses, parents. The ones against the elements. Those between countries.
But the most important battle is the one someone faces when diagnosed with Cancer.
In the past year, I've known way too many loved ones in this situation. Some have lost. Some have won. Some are still fighting.
Every single one of these fighters has enriched my life.
I have one friend in particular who was diagnosed with Breast Cancer many years ago.
On those mornings when I wake up, too tired to drag my body out of bed, I'll get an email from this friend. She's been up since five in the morning. She's already swam laps, fed the birds and foxes that surround her house and is now making soup.
If she can do all that, I can get my lazy butt to the gym.
After waking up with a horrible case of "bad hair day" worthy of inclusion in the Guinness Book of World Records (if they had such a category), I learn that my friend has put on her wig and gone grocery shopping.
I can surely face the day with an untamed mass of hair.
When I'm moaning and groaning because the electric bill is so exorbitant this month, causing me to tighten my grocery budget, I listen to my friends talk about their medical bills.
I can handle a cheap bottle of vodka this time around.
When I'm interrupted from writing that most perfect sex scene because my granddaughter needs a ride to her baseball game, I think about all those grandparents that may never get the opportunity to sit on that hard bench and cheer.
My heroine's boobs can wait to be fondled.
But what won't wait, what won't ever stop ticking-is time.
If those who are battling for just one more day, can wake up with a smile...
...so can we.
I donate my wage for this post to Stand Up 2 Cancer in loving memory of my wonderful brother-in-law, William "Dutch" Holland.