It feels terrible to say it, and fills me with all kinds of guilt, but someone I know lost their mum this past week to cancer. I felt somewhat envious. It was about 8 weeks between diagnosis and death. It was a whirlwind (or should I say tornado) of events for the family in those 8 weeks from diagnosis, 100% dietary changes, to surgery, a pretty bad prognosis, then a whilrwind trip to Mexico to have an alternative therapy, back home again, preparing for chemo, and then she sadly passed away before she could have the chemo.
It's terribly sad that someone with so much energy, fight, and passion for life was taken away so quickly. But at the same time, it wasn't a long and torturous death, it didn't drag the family through years (or decades) of pain and emotional turmoil. The fight was over almost as quickly as it began.
That's all I have to say. I know it sounds wrong on so many different levels, but I guess if I were to have a choice, I'd choose a quick death over a slow death any day. I've said it before, and no doubt I'll say it many times again, that in my mum's scenario, cancer would be the silver lining, the easy (easier?) out.
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