Yesterday I found out that a friend of mine, not quite 46 years old, has liver cancer. When her partner had told me over the weekend that the local hospital she went to with abdominal pains was investigating liver cancer I unkindly (and incorrectly, alas) thought “wow, those docs are really on a goose chase…” Perhaps that was denial on my part.
I took some food to them last night. I serendipitously had a xerox of part of David Servan-Schreiber’s book “Anti-Cancer: A New Way of Life” – the part about which foods to eat to help keep cancer at bay.
46. Liver cancer. I can’t fathom how they must feel – I am a friend and I’m reeling from this.
And it takes me back to so much I write about here – deepening our spirituality, being fully present to ourselves and to others, the importance of food/nutrition/health (which I DO believe has an impact, but at the end of the day, you never know…). Books, even – the Servan-Schreiber book is good for anyone who wants better health, I believe.
My last post was about wanting a sense of purpose. My friend Bill had said, when I encouraged him to have a hobby, “Can’t my hobby be doing good deeds for people?”. Maybe that’s my answer too. One just wonders, in the light of news like this, what the good deeds ought to be. But in the circles in which I travel “Do the next right thing” is what is advised. I’ll look for that. And then do it.