I have a friend who has lived with breast cancer for the last seven years. She got it, got treatment, and several years later it metastasized and has spread into lungs, brain, and other places.
She has been on hospice for a while now. The last two times I have seen her I've been so aware that the spring of life within her, the thing that keeps us ticking over, is slowing winding down.
I have no words. I am filled with anger, frustration, sadness, hatred of this stupid, shitty disease, outrage that this beautiful, funny, smart person will go so much too soon.