
In January 2018, a 27-year-old Australian woman passed away from a rare form of bone cancer. Holly Butcher had asked her family to share the final letter she wrote on her deathbed. When they fulfilled her request, Holly’s poignant last words quickly went viral across social media.
“It’s a strange thing knowing you’re going to die young.
At 26, I thought I had time…
To fall in love.
Start a family.
Grow old.
But cancer doesn’t care about plans.
Now, I understand how fragile life really is. Every single day is a gift, not a guarantee.
I’m not writing this to scare you. I’m writing to remind you: really live.
Stop stressing over little things. Be kind to your body—move it, nourish it, stop criticizing it. One day you’ll wish you had appreciated it.
Go outside.
Look at the sky.
Feel the sun.
Just be.
Spend less time chasing “stuff”— more time making memories. Don’t skip moments with people you love.
Laugh more.
Write a note.
Tell someone you love them.
Complain less.
Give more.
Helping others brings more joy than anything you can buy.
Be present.
Put your phone down.
Show up-—really show up.
You don’t need to have it all figured out. You don’t need a perfect body, or a perfect life.
Just follow what makes your heart light up. Say no to what drains you. Make changes when you need to.
And please—donate blood. I wouldn’t have had that extra year without it. And that year gave me memories I’ll hold close… forever.
Thank you for reading this.
Live your life well.
And maybe… we’ll meet again someday.”
Holly
Every time I read Holly’s words, I’m reminded that when I became a patient at the cancer centre, I expected to see hopeless and dispirited people. People facing life-threatening diagnoses, families falling apart, anxiety and despair in the waiting rooms. But to my astonishment, my experience was quite the reverse. Some of the mentally strongest people I’ve ever met were the ones sitting beside me in those waiting rooms and infusion chairs. Patients with diagnosis that I thought should devastate them were calmly joking and making small talk with the nurses. Others were holding their loved one’s hand through the grueling chemotherapy cycles or making possible end of life plans that they knew had to be prepared.
As I observed, I became amazed by the fact that most of them weren’t in denial. They weren’t pretending. Instead, their cancer diagnosis had given them clarity that most of us never develop. I understand now that for us cancer patients, it’s as if the noise of everyday life has been placed in the background. What’s left is gratitude, presence, humour and a kind of fierce love for the things in life that we used to ignore.
I don’t believe that a cancer diagnosis is what ultimately makes a person wise, it simply strips away from you the trivial, the mundane and much of what isn’t. Like Holly Butcher, people confronting the end of their time on earth often become the wisest voices— the voices we should all listen to. Indeed, the most crucial lesson you can learn from them is that you don’t need to wait for a serious illness or a major life crisis to live your life more fully.


















