I have pulled Death from the Tarot of Saints, called Martyrdom. Depicted is St. Stephen, the first martyr.
I see myself (and other humans) as very fragile, finite beings who become sick and die. Weakness and pain belong to life and I can only endure it, just as the martyrs endured their punishments. My strength comes from knowing that I can only endure it, accept it. I am not really good at that, but it is what I hold on to.
There is a rose rising up from the skull on the card. I pulled Death, a card of transformation. Deep down in me there is maybe the idea that in that there is growth and new life in enduring, something to gain.