A few days ago, I received a comment from a reader who asked me to drop him a line so he could ask me a question. Immediately, my thought was “If he wanted to ask me something, why not just ask it in comments? This is probably phishing.” Later in the day, I couldn’t shake the thought, though, that maybe it wasn’t a scam… so I googled his name. Tons of stuff came up about his wife’s courageous fight against Mesothelioma.
Cam’s question to me was simple: would I be willing to share a short video about his wife’s story with my readers? And the answer was, “Absolutely. Good stories need more air time in our lives.”
“Don’t take a death sentence as a diagnosis.” when Heather said this, it immediately made me think of my grandmother, Gilda, who passed away when I was 16.
Grandma was diagnosed with leukemia when I was 4. She was told that she had 6 months to live – tops. Instead, she lived another 144 months. For 12 years, she refused to give up or believe that the disease was a death sentence. She joined trials for new medications, took good care of herself, worked with the best doctors available to her, and she even managed to keep the disease a secret from almost everybody. (Though, truly, I was very angry when I found out that she had denied us the opportunity to be compassionate to her. She didn’t want anyone to see her differently. With MS, I understand her point of view much better now.)