Got news via text on Christmas Day, about 6pm, that my former workmate who was recently diagnosed with bowel cancer had passed away that morning in a hospital in Sydney.
She was 26.
I saw her less than 6 months ago, happy and healthy (looking), embarking on a new adventure on the South Coast with her fiancée. Starting a new job, new stage of life.
But she didn’t get to see the year out.
This is not a downer of a post. It’s just a reflective one.
Take care of yourself. Get things checked out if they don’t seem right. You still might not have a chance against your biology, but you might. Look after each other. Look after your mental health.
Plan for the future, and your future health, but enjoy now.