Sometimes I read the obituaries, scanning them for unusual causes of death or people who led interesting lives but were never recognized in the newspaper until their deaths.
Today my eye caught a headline about an 18-year-old girl named Jenna Lynn, who died of sarcoma cancer. She died at the same hospital where I'd spend the past week, on Monday, the day I went home. We were probably on the same oncology floor. I might have walked past her room on my way to the lounge. The nurses who checked my vitals might have been with her at the moment she died. I am sad and sobered at the thought that on the day I went home, another young soul was going to her ultimate home.
It's Thanksgiving, and I'm more thankful than ever that I am here with my family, and that we have such wonderful support from our friends, family and strangers who feel like friends. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.