An Empty Seat on the Bus
My friend has died of breast cancer after all these years. She always gave Life her best. I talked to her on the phone the last week, and I’m glad I did. I could tell it was getting close. She was full of emotional intensity. She was telling me what to do with my life and she wasn’t making a lot of sense. Her liver function was at 1 on a scale of 1 to 10.
She died early in the morning just a couple of days later. She didn’t want to die in the hospital, but she had somehow turned it into her home. She had photographs of family and friends on poster boards all over the room. The nursing staff had become part of her extended family. They were constantly in her room. The oncologist was reviewing his drug list and had come up with a chemo-drug that she had received only a few times. He was unwilling to let her go, and so was she, but the body can only take so much. She taught me that it can take a lot.
For people with breast cancer, I am linking to her monograph on xeloda that I posted last year and re-posted in September. She was very practical and very determined to live and live well. You could do worse than to read her advice. I wouldn’t mind hearing a little more of it now, myself.
1/24/2007 11:58 PM