Alexia Golez

This is a difficult post to write. In the last couple of months two people close to me have contracted cancer. One a couple of months ago, another just found out this week. People that you would never suspect. Strong vigourous people; full of energy. Cancer eats the good and bad equally. It doesn’t care.

Being on the peripheriary of all this, one experiences myriad emotions like shock, numbness, resentment, contempt and sadness. Sometimes a couple of these at the same time. My friends have been amazingly patient and caring. I’m not alone, millions of people every year find themselves in the same situation. More importantly, one out of three of us, will, at some point of our lives, contract cancer. They are the brave ones. Battling every single day.

I’m writing this post not to garner sympathy (save that for someone else), but to remind myself to make every fucking day matter. And to never let the silly arguments to divide me from people and try to be more patient. To push for and do things that make everyone’s life that bit happier and more equitable. Every day matters.