25/10/2025
I once had a friend who was fighting cancer. She knew her body was giving up, yet she chose not to seek medical treatment — not because she didn’t want to live, but because she knew she couldn’t afford it. So she faced it quietly. No hospital visits, no machines, no long lines or hopeful checkups. She simply waited… for time to take its course.
It was heartbreaking to watch. My friends and I held on to hope, believing there was still a way — that maybe, somehow, she could recover. She was still so young, full of life and dreams. But one day, that moment came. The waiting ended. And though it hurt to say goodbye, we found a strange kind of peace knowing that her pain was finally over.
Then came the news about Emma — another loss, different but just as heavy. Hearing about her death made me pause. I began to wonder how deep her struggle must have been to choose that ending. Maybe we’ll never truly understand what a person carries inside — the weight of pain, loneliness, or hopelessness that slowly silences their will to fight.
It’s not something we can compare — illness and inner battles — but both remind me of one thing: sometimes, when hope fades, life can lose its meaning. And that’s what breaks my heart the most — not the dying, but the losing of hope before life even ends.
If only we could make people feel they’re not alone. That there are still reasons to stay, still hands willing to hold them through the pain. Because sometimes, that’s all we need — not a cure, not a solution — just someone who reminds us that our life still matters.
