In the early morning hours of a May morning she passed. She was thirty-eight years old, she was a very good friend of mine.
About six years into our friendship, late spring, she started feeling poorly. Within a few months she was diagnosed with lung cancer. Initially she was scheduled for surgery which would determine the following course of treatment. I remember her saying that if the surgery / treatment helped her she would consider that a cure, a miracle. The surgery was never completed. Upon opening it was determined that nothing could be done, she went home.