Last night I read an amazing essay in the June 2208 Glamour magazine. It was the personal essay contest winner of the year - won $10k, in fact. Andrea Coller, 27 year old Hodgkin Lymphoma patient wrote a kick-ass essay about her experience. Irreverent and funny, incredibly well-written. Awesome. You can read it here. So I googled her tonight to see if she writes a blog or anything. Aaaaannnnddd...she's dead. Died April 30th. GODDAMMIT!
Also learned yesterday that the mother of a high school classmate of mine died Tuesday of cancer. She was diagnosed about the same time I was and has been fighting her ass off. She was 52.
Sigh. I let myself sob here for about 5 minutes and that is all I am giving it dammit! That is all. It isn't fair, it isn't right. And today it isn't me. So I just have to keep on going and forget about it. Today I have to forget about it.
Cause if I let myself think about it and hurt too much for those who didn't make it and for the specter of it hanging right the fuck over my own head I will go crazy. And I am not going there.
I hope she spent every dime of that $10,000 dollars...