Today, I have a telephone interview scheduled with a lady who will be the subject of a magazine feature article. The article is one that I’m glad I get to write, yet, at the same time, brings with it a sadness and sobering reminder of the brevity and unpredictability of life in these bodies of flesh.
The lady’s story centers around her battle with cancer. She was pregnant with her first child when she was diagnosed with lymphoma. Both she and her child survived the chemotherapy and she was in remission for several months before hearing the dreaded words – “the cancer is back.” She is scheduled for a bone marrow transplant ten days from now.
(After writing those first two paragraphs, I received an email from an acquaintance I haven’t seen for a couple of years. A single mom, she told me that she had been battling cancer herself and was just now returning to the semblance of a ‘normal’ life. Cancer does seem to be the word of the day.)
Without fail, the mention of cancer brings me back to November of 2008 and the death of a friend who was my same age and the wishes she mentioned the day before she died that were left unfulfilled. Some were big and personal – a reconciliation with her sister. Others were for small pleasures – one more snowmobile ride.
When death comes, it gives no heed to the things on our ‘bucket list’ and whether they are of significance or not. Our baskets of hopes and dreams are emptied onto the floor and left behind. They are swept up like so much dust and then blown away with our ashes in the wind.
My Basket of Dreams
I’ve done a lot of things in the last three and a half years since my friend died that I am thankful that I didn’t put off any longer. Some of them were little like getting my hair cut short on the spur of the moment and spending a week-long retreat by myself at a B&B. Others were life changing for me or made a meaningful impact on someone else. I still have lots left in my basket of dreams, yet to do. In fact, I think I keep adding to it daily, mostly with the names and faces of people I want to see and hug and say “thank you for being a part of my life.”
If you are one of those people whom I cannot reach out and touch right now — you are out of my arms reach – when the opportunity comes, I will proclaim a blessing over you. I will thank God for allowing our lives to touch. I will ask that God bring you to, and keep you in, a place of fullness and joy, that He will continue to make you a blessing to others as you have been to me. I will savor the touch of your spirit on mine.
Don’t let your basket of dreams get too big. Don’t always be adding without ever taking any of them out for fulfillment. Dreams aren’t just for dreaming; they are also meant to be tasted in reality, so that you may find out whether they are truly as sweet as you thought they would be or not. Don’t let them be turned to dust and be blown away in the wind. Take one out and taste it. It may make you hungry for more!
What’s the dream you are hungry to taste?