Saturday, February 1, 2014

An Urgency for Living

A friend of mine died yesterday morning. I just found out an hour ago while checking Facebook. She was diagnosed with breast cancer four years ago at the age of 37.

I really don't know for certain if death has stepped into my life more frequently than the typical American 39-year-old, but it sure seems like it. I know that it is a much more familiar acquaintance of mine than it is of my classmates. And I am certain that I will rub shoulders with death much more frequently as I move through my medical training and start my new career.

For Jason, Floyd, Johnny, Nell, Janice, John, Sara, Brianna, Georgia, Marissa, and Annika: thank you.