Ugh! *blink blink*
When you fight cancer long enough, you make some very meaningful friends. For most of us "Day 1" of each cycle is a long day to be sitting around, doing nothing and feeling sorry for yourself. I'm actually quite blessed to be surrounded so often by extremely positive people; all fighters as well. None of us want to endulge in self pity; so we talk instead. We've gotten to know each other pretty well. We've even exchanged phone numbers and talked about getting together for coffee.
That was the big plan for one of the women I absolutely adore. Her name is Carol. She's a grandmother with spirit and determination to spare. I admit, I didn't know what to make of her at first. She had the same cancer as I do; same stage; but was always ready to head out for lunch or shopping once she was done getting chemo that day. At first, I thought she was just nuts; but I came to admire her and look forward to seeing her every couple of weeks. When our schedules stopped meshing, I'd ask the nurses and other mutual friends if they had seen her and what she was up to, now.
She and her sister would often make muffins to share with the group. It took a long time for me to try one -- simple matter of finding the right anti-nausea meds -- but when I did, I could tell you easily how glorious they were. The last batch I got to try had apples, I remember that. It will be one of my favorite memories of her.
She hated that she had to stop working -- loved to stay busy and independent!
She must have been crafty because she was always telling her sister they needed to go to JoAnn's later that day.
She loathed her walker and was extra peppy on the days she drove herself anywhere.
LOL! She hated pants; especially those with elastic waist bands.
I learned yesterday that she passed away a few weeks ago.
I don't know the exact details. I don't think I need to. My heart breaks for her family right now. They, and the world, lost a powerhouse of strength and courage.