This is from a post from the summer of 2013, when my friend was a couple of years into her fight for health.
My friend sent an email to friends and family:
As one of my other friends from childhood said "cancer and children should never be in the same sentence."
At the time I wrote this post, my friend's husband was battling cancer alongside of her. Her spouse had to spend a lot of time in doctor's offices to be treated for a medical condition. My friend normally came with him and waited for him while he has his treatment - sometimes waiting an hour (or even more).
Out of boredom, she started to do her needlework while waiting.
She did beautiful crocheting and knitting work - and, recently, has been working on projects for pediatric oncology patients.
I crochet but I do not knit, and I wanted to show off her work because I know quality work when I see it. Again, this is from 2013:
A crocheted blanket and some knit hats.
We have the cliche "lemons out of lemonade" - this is about as lemony as you can get.
And now she's gone - three years gone, in September. In her last two years, she showed the full measure of courage, but she fought a foe that was strong, and unrelenting. Her memory lives on in those of us who miss her. On days like today, especially - what would have been her birthday - I miss her. She was a teacher, and she taught me so much.
One day, perhaps, I will understand why she was taken from us too soon.
One day, perhaps, no one will know the meaning of the word "cancer".