I attended my first virtual funeral three weeks ago.
It was for my friend’s mother, who passed away due to stage 4 cervical cancer.
As the family members took turns to deliver their eulogies, I couldn’t help but question my own mortality.
In fact, it has been a topic I’ve been venturing into, in my own little headspace.
It’s funny because cancer wasn’t something that I even thought about just five years ago, but has become a topic that clouds my bedtime thoughts at times.
Perhaps when I was younger, I was blissfully unaware of how prevalent cancer was.
I realised how I was being painfully naive after witnessing an old classmate being diagnosed with Stage 4 Lymphoma.
He was only 26.
Cancer was no longer something for me to ‘only worry when I’m old’.
In recent years, I’ve also seen how it has crept into the lives of people around me