Eleven years ago this month I had a good friend, Diana, die from cancer. She was 31 years old and left behind a husband, two
little boys and a 7-month old baby girl. I don’t know why she came to my mind today. Maybe it was because I found myself
for an instant, wondering, “why me?” I don’t like when people say that and I especially don’t let
my self dwell on that question for more than an instant. I think that is because of Diana. When she first told me she had
cancer she said she came across a lot of people who were asking, “Why me?” She told me, “Of all the people
who get sick and get cancer, why not me?” Everyone has something hard to bear at different times in their lives. The
next time something wonderful happens to me and goes especially well, it is then that I want to ask, “Why me!”“Life lives, life dies. Life laughs, life cries. Life gives up and life tries. But life looks different through everyone's eyes.” – unknown.
