38 year old female friend dies of cancer

[AndyT77]

No real point to this apart from to have a bit of rant about fking cancer.

A very close friend of mine had been battling with cancer for the best part of a year, and she passed away a few weeks ago.

Utterly heartbroken, she had 3 kids, doting husband, strong family and everything to live for.

She inspired many with her courage and determination, keeping a FB blog of all treatments, set backs etc. In December the docs basically told her that she would have her last Christmas, and alas they were correct.

fk you cancer.

[QuickQuack]

I'm sorry to hear that, old chap. It really is very harsh, I've seen it too many times. I hope you, her other friends and her family remember the good times with fondness, even though there will be many tears along the way. Look after yourself and rant away at will.

[AndyT77]

QuickQuack said:

I'm sorry to hear that, old chap. It really is very harsh, I've seen it too many times. I hope you, her other friends and her family remember the good times with fondness, even though there will be many tears along the way. Look after yourself and rant away at will.

Thanks. I can't comprehend how her husband is keeping it together, must be the kids.

[QuickQuack]

It will be the kids, it's amazing how much strength and courage they give their parents. At that age, she's also likely to have living parents as well, how are they coping? Did she have any siblings or other relatives to support them? At this age group, the parents of the deceased get forgotten which can make their pain even worse.

[AndyT77]

QuickQuack said:

It will be the kids, it's amazing how much strength and courage they give their parents. At that age, she's also likely to have living parents as well, how are they coping? Did she have any siblings or other relatives to support them? At this age group, the parents of the deceased get forgotten which can make their pain even worse.

Yeah she had two sets of living parents, mother and father divorced and both remarried, they all get on. She also had a sister a few years older.

She had been planning a big 40th party, and brought it forward due to the news. She had spent months meticulously planning it (she was extremely well organised and very high attention to detail), and they had planned to renew their wedding vows. Guess what, she passed away on the morning of the party. It was fking heart breaking, guests had travelled from all over the country and even as far as Sweden, and didn't know until Hubby said words about an hour into it.

[QuickQuack]

Oh god, if there ever was a bad time...

My heart goes out you and all her family. Just remember, nothing can take away the good times, and eventually the bad times will be forgotten. It may take a long time to get to that point but you will, even if it feels like it won't ever happen. Give your dearest and closest a hug and try to rest if you can.

QQ

[AndyT77]

QuickQuack said:

Oh god, if there ever was a bad time...

My heart goes out you and all her family. Just remember, nothing can take away the good times, and eventually the bad times will be forgotten. It may take a long time to get to that point but you will, even if it feels like it won't ever happen. Give your dearest and closest a hug and try to rest if you can.

QQ

Thanks

[Wacky Racer]

"Never regret getting older, it is a privilege denied to many"

Richard Gere.

[audikentman]

Sorry for the loss of your friend and on World Cancer Day too.

I just hope you are able to look back, remember the good times and celebrate her life.

[Perseverant]

I'm sorry about the loss of your friend. It's a truly terrible thing, as I know only too well. It killed my mother some years ago, my wife is putting up a brave fight having been diagnosed around sixteen years ago now- rare but incurable- and to cap things my daughter had a brain tumour in her early twenties, though she is recovered now. Grief and anxiety are things that become part of your character, and not necessarily in any bad sense if you can use them to stay supportive.

[Grandad Gaz]

Sorry to hear about that

One of my best mates died of bowel cancer when he was 38. We were at school together.

That was almost exactly 22 years ago to the day. I remember the funeral very well, it was snowing and bitterly cold. Even now, all these years later, I still think about him. In fact, for several years after, I would have this recurring dream where I would see him in town and he'd be cured and we would have a drink to celebrate. A bit bizarre really!