We’ll be burying a friend today. Cancer took her life Thursday night. She was diagnosed in August. It was fast; faster than we were prepared for.
One of two things has happened as a result of being in a family that has experienced the cancer treatment process through the diagnosis of one of our own; we’ve become more hyper-aware of people stricken by the disease, or more people are aware of our own experience so they approach us for insight and support. Perhaps both are true. Certainly, the latter applies in the case of the most recent loss of a friend.
I remember, very well, the morning our friend approached us in the coffee shop to ask Andrea if they could meet to talk. It was clear our friend had been given bad news. The three of us talked briefly then Andrea asked if she could give her a hug.
Farewell, Orit. We miss you.