This morning, I got upset over something so very trivial. Then I logged on to an internet job site that also covers news. I noticed an obit that shook me to my core. It was for a television news anchor who lost her battle with breast cancer yesterday. All of sudden everything that bothered me this week--everything that consumed my thoughts: all the worries I had about covering the election, feeling sad about my boss taking a new job, wondering what his departure meant for me, pondering if I should throw my hat into the ring for the promotion. I was totally consumed with my own issues that seemed so monumental. Then I read the article and watched the video about Heather Pick’s war with breast cancer which included two battles. I read about her two children and her husband who will now go on without her. I read about how she helped others and made her battle very public in hopes of inspiring others to fight. All of my issues felt so small. I forgot whatever I was angry about and decided instead her family had the right to be angry, upset, sad--whatever they felt like. Cancer had come like a thief and stole their loved one away from them. Heather Pick was just 38 years old. While she made her battle very public, sharing it with her viewing audience, many others who share her battle you will never hear about, but she represents them all. Here’s Heather’s story.
http://www.wbns.com/live/content/station/stories/2008/11/07/heather_pick.html?sid=102