Several years ago the parents of a friend of my son told us we were in for a treat. Their very best friends in the world were moving up the street from us. It turned out that the friends had a daughter the same age as our daughter and they ended up hanging out for a few years.
Times change, people change, kids change. Clare and Isabel didn’t hang out so much after a while but they always kept in touch.
What I didn’t know about the new family was that the mother, Carolina, was a breast cancer survivor. And a breast cancer survivor champion. She founded an organization for educating Hispanic women about breast cancer, then worked for a national breast cancer organization after leaving the one she founded in good hands.
When I heard that her cancer was back I fully expected her to beat it because that is who she was.
Carolina died last night.
Rest in peace.
Fuck you cancer.
Clutch Cargo Lips 
damn. It’s hard to maintain hope sometimes.
.-= Bridgett´s last blog ..Packing Up =-.
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I’m so sorry. Fuck you cancer the perfect sentiment. (I am editing all sorts of gynecologic oncology chapters this week.) A friend I stayed with last week has a sister just diagnosed with breast cancer. It totally totally sucks.
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I’m so sorry too…
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Tears. I’m sorry.
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Carolina was lovely! I’m sorry for your loss … cancer sucks!
Hugs and blessings,
.-= storyteller´s last blog ..T-13 Purple Passion Mosaic ‘Window’ Views =-.
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Such a beautiful woman, so alive-looking in the picture…when will this cancer plague stop?
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