It's not every day that the news affects me so deeply. Elizabeth Edwards lost her battle with cancer yesterday, only hours after announcing publicly her decision to stop treatment.
NPR's write up on her death.
My heart aches for her family.
This woman was an example of so many things that we should all aspire to be.
When life handed her wealth, she advocated for those without.
When life handed her the loss of a child, she picked herself up and went on.
When life handed her the spotlight, she brought attention to her passions.
When life handed her disease, she fought with everything she had.
When life handed her humiliation, she weathered it with dignity and respect.
When life handed her a stop sign, she accepted.
And amidst everything she endured throughout her life, she showed us grace.
Her words, profound beyond measure:
Terminal disease is a great clarifier. It takes you in the direction
away from the mirror and toward the window.
The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered. We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being human. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful. ~ these words taken from her final message to her supporters
Rest now, Elizabeth.
Your fight is done.