My nine year old daughter's good friend lost her mother to cancer yesterday. A former music teacher, this dear lady has been fighting brain cancer for the past 5 years. She has two children, ages 9 and 11 and was only 41. After many tears yesterday, I got to thinking about all the time we waste on trivialities and little annoyances, like messy bedrooms and scattered toys. Most of these childrens' memories of their mother include hospital rooms and nausea. It was very sobering to me when I realized how unfocused I can become on what really matters in life! So what if the laundry goes untouched for a few days? So what if I skip a Cathe workout and play Candyland instead? Right now, I just want to hug my kids like there's no tomorrow.