Not Even A Second

This weekend, once again, helped put life into perspective for me. It's difficult to know how to start writing this entry but I guess I'll just write what comes into my head. On Saturday, my Aunt suffered a horrendous accident where she fell from the roof of a five storey building. She was immediately rushed to hospital and then transferred to the specialist intensive liver treatment unit in Kings Hospital, London. At the moment her condition is still life threatening but there have been signs of improvement. 

What we have been told is that it's a miracle that she is alive. 

However, what else can I do but wonder what sort of miracle this is? I find it very hard to accept that I should be thankful for any part of this appalling accident. It makes no sense to me, any more than me being diagnosed with Leukaemia. Maybe this is just the way life is. At times it can make you feel powerless and fill you with a sense of injustice but it also teaches us to appreciate every single second of your life. Let me make it absolutely clear though, that thinking in this way doesn't make accidents or tragedies any easier at all. I can honestly say first hand, that this perspective on life doesn't make a single second of the unfairness, any easier to deal with at all. 

All I can do now is hope that my Aunt pulls through. She's an incredibly strong person and all her family love her very very much.