They're all dead, and I'm not

So Dana Reeve dies on Monday, as does Kirby Puckett. Reeve turned 45 4 days after I did last month, and Puckett would have turned 45 next week. Princess Di is dead, and so is JFK Junior. We were all born within 9 months of one another, and I'm the one still alive--18 years after being diagnosed with cancer. It's a crapshoot, plain and simple. Perhaps my perspective is a little different than most people's because of the diagnosis--but geez--it still freaks me out just a little bit.