How Oprah Saved My Life

Every morning when I open my curtains for that first look at the day, no matter what the day looks like -raining, foggy, overcast, sunny — my heart swells with gratitude. I get another chance. — Oprah Winfrey

Dear Oprah,

The year was 2013, the 28th day of January — it has been five years since. I lost my beloved paternal Aunt Mila who introduced you to me in 2001 as a young 22 year old, fresh college graduate and attending medical school. I went on summer vacation in Canada that Spring of 2001, after an arduous 2nd year of Medical School — a much needed break to rest and recharge my weary mind and soul.

I did not know until that day that my soul was yearning enlightenment. Since then, I have followed your shows and your magazine. Life becomes “US” and somewhere in-between our relationship together became on and off.

As I remember that this is the 5th year since my beloved Aunt succumbed to lung cancer (unfortunately our bloodline is riddled with cancer battles)…I celebrate her life and her valuable gift to me to live “a life without regrets”. She has been my role model as a child, young adult, wife and mother. Her gift of introducing me to you has led me to attempt to become the woman that I am today. More particularly as THE mother to my only daughter, Elise who is almost 7 years old.

My active duty Navy spouse is retiring in 3 years, he is my high school sweetheart by the way — we have gone through smooth and rough ‘seas’ together (no pun intended as he is actually a sailor). We have weathered overseas moves, deployments, enjoyed our life as DINKS (Dual Income No Kids) and eventually finding our groove as parents.

In many ways, you also have evolved as I matured in life. As I approach my 4th decade of life, I look upon your wisdom and inspiration to find meaning and how my life could serve others. More importantly, to guide my daughter so she could become a better woman than I.

I just wanted to say thank you for saving my life …for my mornings to count and not letting each year pass me by shaking my head and uttering in silence “just another year.”

With my best regards,

Rosette Obedoza