Two years ago this month I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. It was so strong that I felt compelled to tell my daughter one morning when we were in the kitchen. We were both getting coffee and while we waited for it to finish I told her the feeling I'd had for a while. I didn't know who, but something bad was going to happen to someone we knew. Less than a week later my best friend of 23 years told me during lunch that she had cancer.
Melanoma that was first diagnosed in her rectum and rapidly spread to her lymph nodes, lungs, and brain. She was told it was such a rare cancer (less than 2% get it) that they didn't have a lot of research to go by with regard to treatments, etc. They told her from the beginning that she was looking at two years. So she spent those two years going through various treatments, suffering the horrible side effects, the ups and downs, all while remaining positive and keeping a smile on her face. In fact, you wouldn't know she was sick by looking at her.
Last week they gave her two months. A bigger, faster growing tumor had developed in her brain. She called me to say she wasn't afraid to die. She's okay with it. We both broke down and cried. She's such a good person it doesn't seem fair, but life is rarely fair, is it.