“A life not lived for others is not a life.” ― Mother Teresa
Jenni Lake of Pocatello, Idaho, was only 16 when she was told that she had a 30% chance of surviving brain cancer. “Her father said: ‘She didn’t break down and cry or anything.’
“Her mother said: ‘When they told her that she might not be able to have kids, she got upset.’”
After aggressive chemo treatments, the tumors had begun to shrink.
Jessie Bonner of the Associated Press wrote in an article: “She had learned that she was pregnant … Jenni’s journey was no longer her own.”
A little more than one year after her diagnosis, Jenni, 5 feet and 4 inches tall and weighing only 108 pounds, was at full term in her pregnancy. On November 9, 2011, her son, Chad Michael Lake, was born. Jennie died 12 days later.*
She sacrificed her life for her little son. I was especially taken by the reporter’s words, “Jenni’s journey was no longer her own.”
Is the life you live ever, really, all your own?
*(From “Mother of the year” by Don Surber, December 28, 2011, quoting an AP article by Jessie Bonner.)