I’m originally from the Midwest. My big sister returned there to attend university, and she’s lived there ever since. When her best friend passed away, I was surprised to learn that the woman’s sister lived just half a mile from me. After my cancer diagnosis last year, I was further surprised to hear that the sister had exactly the same cancer I did.
We met three times for long talks. First, after my diagnosis; second in the middle of my treatment; finally, when I was recovering. Her cancer was more advanced than mine, and she had been undergoing treatments for eleven years. In between visits we texted words of encouragement.
Her last message was on January 3. She passed away yesterday.
Perhaps my cancer will return and the same fate awaits me. There’s no point in worrying about that now. I’m mourning the death of my new friend.
So sorry, Doug.
I am so unhappy to hear of the loss of your dear friend. I know you are afraid what happened to her could happen to you. There is no way of knowing but I choose to believe it won’t. Every life is different
I hate platitudes like “I will pray for you” and “our thoughts are with you” and worst of all: “If you need anything, ANYTHING, please call.” Because they are usually empty promises. Sadly, I know from experience, if not from cancer.
Most non-family members feel like they should say something. Silence and a hug is best. “I love you” is always acceptable.”l And I do. The ablation is coming and that must be scary.
My gut tells me you will survive all this, and maybe even come to Baltimore and see your eclectic siblings. Love, Jeannie