I met an amazing person today. She has felt the fear, the kind of raw fear that goes beyond and beneath, with the words terminal and cancer pushing down, the pain of 40 operations and seven years of scars, she felt the fear and now she is damn well doing everything anyway.
She is in remission, she has dyed her hair pink and she is catching up on things in a huge way, giddy with the life that she can now live without the fear, without the weight and without the 'C' word.
She taught me a whole heap in the hour that I spent with her, she made me see that the rest of us; the fearless, painless lucky percentage have it all wrong. We who have nothing to fear, nothing really to cry over, despair with or anger towards are so bloody scared that we have forgotten about living, forgotten about life.
She said she felt like a child, she felt free, happy, battered but not beaten, robbed of years but hell bent on getting them back.
We have those years, we have this precious time right here, right in front of us. She will not complain, she will not let things pass her by and neither should we; because for us to do so would be another knock down for the fierce girl with the fiery wild hair.
