I feel sad today. I feel sad and also angry. This is not the post I wanted to write today. Cancer is always so good at disrupting plans.
Every morning one of the first things I do is check for comments on my blog. I really can’t wait to see what people have said. Then I check other people’s blogs to find out “what’s going on.” Sadly, yesterday there was news about Daria, a fellow breast cancer blogger, who had passed away from metastatic breast cancer.
This kind of news always affects me more than I anticipate. After hearing about Daria, once again I felt tremendous sadness. I know firsthand what it’s like to watch someone you love pass away due to liver failure resulting from metastatic breast cancer. I witnessed the suffering of my mother for weeks as she waited to die from such a thing. I will never forget during one of those last days when her doctor compassionately knelt by her bedside in order to better hear my mother’s weak voice ask, “What’s taking me so long to die anyway?” It was a heartbreaking thing to witness.
Hearing this news yesterday conjured up those painful memories once again and also made me wonder how many more times I will have to hear this kind of news.
That’s the part that makes me angry. Just how many more women (and men) have to suffer and die from this disease?
I didn’t know Daria. I visited her blog, Living With Cancer, once a week or so since starting my own last fall. I have no idea if she ever read mine, she never left a comment. Despite the fact I never met Daria, I still know a few things about her. I know she was very honest. She shared her experience with cancer openly, choosing not to gloss over the “not so pretty” details. She was compassionate and kind. She loved her family, of course, especially her husband Don. She loved flowers and photography. She had many friends. One thing that really stands out is the fact she loved blogging, not just blogging herself, but reading and promoting blogs by others as well. You can tell this by looking at her extensive blog roll. She embraced everyone’s and willingly kept adding more to her growing list. You didn’t even have to ask her to do it. That alone speaks volumes about her.
In some respects Daria was lucky. She had a voice. She used it. What about all the other women (and men) who suffer quietly and alone through their cancer journeys? What about the ones we don’t hear or read about. What about them? Their stories are no less important or compelling. Their stories need to be heard as well.
Perhaps that’s one of our main roles as bloggers, to be a voice. We need to be a voice for not only ourselves and Daria, but for all those affected by cancer, any kind of cancer. So let’s all keep on writing, ranting, informing, sharing, motivating and yes, even complaining. Let’s use whatever voice we have to make a difference.
That’s what Daria did. And look what a difference one woman from Canada made. Thank you Daria.