The last 24 hours have been rough.
A friend who battled against breast cancer passed away yesterday afternoon when her tumor ruptured. What a shock. I knew her time was near but she was not letting on about it.
A year prior I helped translate her medical scan review. I knew what she was up against. I knew.
We had also discussed a DNR, do not resuscitate.
On the way to the hospital her heart stopped in the ambulance and she closed her eyes in peace. She had lost too much blood, probably from internal bleeding. She was not resuscitated.
Even though I have environmental illness, heavy metal poisoning and black mold infection, which the latter is akin to cancer, I can relate to the shock of an ill person's death. The hours wind down. You can see the failings, the set backs. You see them, but can say nothing.
Then their impending death becomes a natural part of your landscape. Almost how yours has faded into the back of your friend's minds as well. Death will come. Death becomes an unexpected expectation.
For some, death comes earlier than others.
So thank you for being my friend. I will always cherish our time together arguing over politics. Who will I argue with now?
And, I will see you, when I see you.