aunt_becca's Journal

sadness
I just got a call from my friend's husband. Her daughter died yesterday after a long battle with cancer. She was 33. She was diagnosed in her late 20s with breast cancer. Fucking breast cancer in her 20s. That's too young. She had several periods of remission, relapse, and metastases. Karen eventually had to move to Boston from Seattle because she could no longer care for herself, leaving my friend and her husband to provide a comfortable and caring environment for her to spend her last days. My friend Sarah told me that doctors didn't expect her to last as long as she did. Sarah attributes it to Karen's sheer stubbornness. Up until 2 weeks ago, she was convinced that she would get better an move into her own apartment with home health services. Sarah didn't want to make Karen feel badly and tried to support her in her attempts to gain strength. But it didn't work. Karen got weaker and weaker as the cancer spread throughout her brain and bones.
Sarah's husband is not Karen's father (second marriage for both), but he may as well be. They have always been close, and when she moved to Boston, Sarah said that they were the light of each others life. This is truly a devastating loss all around.
It's not fair.

Current Mood: sad

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