A little while ago, Jacki wrote about Sarah, a young woman with Melanoma who died not long ago. In one of her last blog entries, Sarah lamented the loss of her friend Heather, calling Heather her inspiration. She urged readers to visit Heather's blog, claiming they would never be so uplifted and inspired. So I visited Heather's blog and it was bittersweet. From her last entry, after receiving good news from her doctor:"I jumped. And the fall was endless, and I had no idea if anyone would be there to catch me, but I held on tight anyway. I kept the faith, held onto the hope, even though the odds looked so hopeless just a couple of short months ago. The fall was infinite.
And then suddenly, this week, it was like hitting the water and feeling my dad's arms closing around me and hearing him laughing and saying, "Good girl!" And then lifting me onto his shoulders which always felt like the safest place in the world to me ... I'm feeling pretty lucky right now, I have to tell you."
Heather was 39 and a mother of four. She discovered she had cancer after her doctor noticed a strange mole on her leg as she was giving birth to her youngest child. She has no final entry, no last words for readers except her enduring message of hope.
I suggest you visit her blog. It's difficult to read but ultimately inspiring.
1. Hi Martha, I am reading on the differences in melanin according to race and am disturbed with reading some African Americans people believe they can deliberately give Caucasians melanomas. It is the ugliest concept I have ever encountered and am at a loss of words.
Our world is sick.
Posted at 12:48AM on Jun 19th 2007 by Mareen Belle