Her eyes were bright but full of fear.She was suffering from pain and anxiety along with diagnoses of multiple organ cancers.There was the struggle of a lifetime,to be alive with a decent quality of life.
One day she told me that she does not want to die and she will fight for her life.I knew that she knew the truth. I saw a losing battle but I could not say that.Her life was her own struggle knowing that there may not be a tomorrow.
The days of our life are counted on a calendar,likewise her years had been counted.We all walk around carrying a ticking clock without knowing that at some point our battery will ran out.She knew that her clock was dying.
To some,death is the departure from pain and suffering.Others fight to be alive to endure pain of living.
What is so great about life that we all cling to it as there will be no death. I wonder,is knowing that is enough.