Life is Precious

Life is so precious. The week before Christmas we found out that a good friend of ours and a fellow hockey player was diagnosed with cancer. Apparently she had a hard time breathing and when they did a scan they found some masses on her lungs. Since the diagnosis things have gotten worse and today our hockey team played her team and it was her very last game. We got a lot of our softball team to come watch the game and at the end of the game her team made a circle in the middle of the ice pounding their sticks on the ground while she went around and hugged each one. It was quite something to be included in this moment to watch someone that we thought was in good health struggling to say goodbye. It was one of the most special moments on the ice for me.

We don't know what the future holds for her, we know that she is facing some tough decisions and submitting to treatment. As a group I know that we will surround her with love and shoulders to lean on when she needs it. But it's hard to watch this happen.

Last thing she said to me today as we were leaving the restaurant was that she just wants all of her friends to know she loves them. And with a hug I could see the tears in her eyes.  We know my friend, we know. And we love you too.

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