I’m almost caught up with my Think Kit posts…
Think Kit, Day 16:
“Take a moment to dip into the deep well of the past year’s 24-hour news cycle. What world event moved you this year? What story, series, or moment fascinated you? Made you scratch your head? Brought you to the edge of tears…or past the edge of your seat? Did an outside perspective change the way you felt, or make you take action? Share the headline(s) that resonated with you.”
There were so many headlines to dominate this category this year. From the racial/power issues surrounding the deaths of Mike Brown and Eric Garner to the terrorist regime smothering America’s freedoms by way of cancelled movies.
But I think the one that touched me most was the story of Brittany Maynard.
Brittany Maynard was 29 years old. She had terminal brain cancer. And she took her own life with physician-assisted suicide.
Thinking about her even now is making me teary-eyed. I hate cancer. I hate that it can take anyone — LITERALLY, ANYONE — away from us. It’s disgusting that someone who was only 29 years old was handed a death sentence from the disease.
I can’t imagine being in her shoes and making the decision that she did. How hopeless she must have felt. How judged she must have felt. People around the world telling her not to give up, not to kill herself, to fight as hard as she could.
But she was given a terminal diagnosis. At some point, there’s no more fighting the inevitable.
Still, it had to be a miserable decision. Knowing what day you were going to die. Knowing what day your family was going to lose you. Knowing you couldn’t do anything to stop it. Losing to the cancer, no matter what you did. At least this way she died (kind of) on her own terms, but the cancer still won. I’m sure she wouldn’t have chosen to die at 29 otherwise.
I can’t even imagine it.
RIP Brittany. I hope you’re smiling down on everyone from Heaven, now.