So... I have no idea who will read this, if anyone, however I'm going to write it because I need to. Ten years ago I sat with Wendy Faye as she received the difficult diagnosis that she had triple negative breast cancer. We were both gutted, overwhelmed, scared, confused, and all the other emotions that have no names. WF, as WF, faced it with grace, determination, courage, faith, and a fair amount of grit... ok a lot of grit. I watched her go through the suffering that can be chemotherapy. I witnessed her endure the pain of surgery and recovery. I beheld the life sucking, energy sapping treatment that is radiation. She came out the other side with life changing physical issues. But she came out the other side. For a time. All of that treatment, pain, suffering gave her, gave us, another two years. Then that vicious disease returned with a vengeance and once again I became a witness to the last few months of her life. Now... almost 7 years after her death... Now... It's my turn...
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