A few weeks ago my aunt’s mother who I am quite close to was diagnosed with stage four lung and bone cancer. The doctors said she had between six and twelve months left to live. When I think about it I wonder how I would handle news like that. Sure, I would want to go out and live my last months to the fullest. Although another part of me wouldn’t even want to leave the house, I would probably be so upset I wouldn’t be able to do anything. This is a question that really makes you think. How would you spend the last months of your life? That is such a little amount of time. Being told on such short notice is a scary thing. Knowing what you are leaving behind when you go, all your family and friends. I guess it all depends on how the person who was diagnosed thinks of it. Pat, my aunt’s mom seems to be making the best she can of the situation. My mom went over to fix her bandaging from where she got surgery and my mom said she was being her usual perky self. That made me happy to hear, I wouldn’t want Pat to spend her little time with us being depressed. What really shocked me though was what happened yesterday. My team and I were warming up four our game at JFK and I saw my family walking in. My aunt and uncle live in Cheektowaga and my two cousins go to JFK so they came to watch. I saw my mom, dad, sister, grandma, grandpa, and much to my surprise Pat. She never came to any of my games before, but she always was at my two cousin’s games. For some reason it made me really happy to see her. I got tears in my eyes when I saw her because I just thought about how strong she must be. She got told she only had 6-12 months to live last week, and now here she is at my game. It really meant a lot to me that she was there. After the game she said to me “I’m glad I got to see you play.” I’m glad she got to see me play too. Not only that, I’m glad she is making the best out of the situation she is in. I look up to her, and will be sure to cherish the time I have left with her.
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