Although I did not know her personally and had never met her, the death of Rosemary Nankabirwa got me thinking about some things in my life.
I suppose one of the main reasons I kept thinking about her life and what she had done was because she was the same age as I am.
So I asked myself, “If you were to die now, would your life and what you have done be enough to leave people feeling you had done so much to better their lives or do your bit for the community?” I did not have an answer to that. In some areas, I felt I had maybe done something that could be considered good, but in other areas, I felt I was lacking.
Rosemary suffered a painful death, her parents, friends and doctor let us know. I always feel bad when I hear someone had to die in pain. I can only imagine that those last days are scary.
When you are aware that your body cannot do much to stay alive and the terrible pain is a constant reminder, it must be a horrible feeling. And yet Rosemary, from what her friends tell us, was not cursing at life. She instead asked people to forgive and love each other.
She thought of her family when she asked that their privacy be respected. Even in the pain and anguish, she had a hope. She knew it was not the end and there would be rest at some point. Such courage is not easy to come by but we must strive for it.
More importantly, we must learn to appreciate what we have – a good life, health, family and a lot more. I realised this even more when a few days ago, I looked at my toe nail that had given me quite the scare some months back.
A black spot had appeared suddenly on my left big toe and after reading about black spots on nails, I was almost convinced I had nail cancer.
So worried was I that I visited a skin specialist who ruled it out and said it was likely that I had injured myself and the blood underneath the toe-nail had dried up, which is why it was dark.
She told me to give it about three to six months, by which time the black spot would have moved up. She was right.
A few days ago, I looked at the spot critically and saw that it had moved a few milimetres. I then remembered the panic I had when I thought it could be cancerous.
Before, I would have laughed at myself, but now I did not. I knew I was lucky enough for it not to have been cancer. And because of that, I look less at my troubles and focus more on my blessings.
SOURCE: Daily Monitor