Last night, after the kids and wife were tucked away, I settled into a comfortable chair to surf around and see what was going on in the world. 

One of the first things I noticed was an RT from an account called @LiftUpEllie. I followed it to their Twitter page – and reality slapped me across the face. I spent a good half hour reading backwards into the @LiftUpEllie Twitter stream about the 8-year old girl who was fighting a rare form of cancer. I saw the transition from an appeal for prayer, to complete acceptance that this little girl was going to die. Possibly tonight. Her lungs were rapidly filling with water, despite her best attempt to stop it. The tweets were now prayers for Ellie to give up the fight and go peacefully to heaven. 

I RT’d one of these updates along with the personal note, “This has to be the most realistic thing I’ve seen on Twitter.” 

And it was. 

It made me think of our own daughters asleep in the next room. Sisters in bunk beds. Happily sweaty, deep in dreams. Healthy.

I’m very fortunate that cancer has never walked its hooded ass up our lane. Which only means I’m likely due to deal with it sooner, than later. Do I think cancer’s evil? No. But that’s probably only because I don’t have enough of a reference point. Yet. However I do know that it’s highly efficient, ruthless and hard to kill. 

Until last night, I had no idea who Ellie Potvin was. But she quickly made me realize just how lucky I am. And so I became part of her story by spreading her positive energy. While the cancer was doing the exact opposite. 

She died this morning


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Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.