A friend and former neighbor of mine succumbed to lung cancer a couple of days ago. Even though we knew it was coming, it was still a shock. It’s hard to write this post. She was a wonderful woman who raised two daughters and a son, and took in any of their friends that needed a home. She owned a local restaurant and always had a sunny and happy disposition. We lived next door to each other for a couple of years, but kept in touch. We also ate at her restaurant every week or so.
My friend found out she had lung cancer this past February. The growth was small and her doctors thought she had a good chance to beat the cancer. Unfortunately, the cancer was far more aggressive and invasive than they anticipated. She endured chemo and radiation and still the cancer spread. Three weeks ago she fell down some stairs and broke her hip. Her health started failing rapidly and she died a few days ago.
The hubby and myself feel sad that we did not try harder to visit her more. Our friend was a woman who always wanted to appear her best for people and did not want anyone to see her looking so bad. When we would ask about visiting, her daughters would tell us that she would get very upset because she did not want to worry us by looking so bad from the treatments. We were not the only ones who are sad that she did not want many visitors. But all we could do was to respect her wishes. But me and the hubby love to cook, so we would make her favorite desserts and send them to her. It was away to try to reach out to her.
I know that if I found out that I was dying, I would want to spend as much time with the people I care for as I have left. When you are gone, that’s it, you have no other chances to do the things you want to do and see the people you want to see.