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thejunipertreeAngel just called me from the office. My good friend/co-worker, Joanna, received a phone call this morning from her brother that their mother had died. She had just recently been taken to Johns Hopkins hospital in Maryland because she has some crazy weird cancer that I can never remember the name of, with multiple complications from it. I knew that things were getting bad, but in the realm of looming amputation kind of bad, not death bad.
In the time that I've been working there, she and I would sit outside on the step with our cigarettes (and later, just me with a cigarette because she had quit smoking) and vent about our cancer/Mom woes. She was a huge pillar of support for me when I was going through the absolute darkest shit you could imagine. Jo's my age, born in the same month. I'm at the beginning, she's at the end. And a lot of the troubles I had, she also had. Our problems were similar and it was always good to have someone to talk to who really understood what was going on.
Christ.
This is so fucking unfair.
In the time that I've been working there, she and I would sit outside on the step with our cigarettes (and later, just me with a cigarette because she had quit smoking) and vent about our cancer/Mom woes. She was a huge pillar of support for me when I was going through the absolute darkest shit you could imagine. Jo's my age, born in the same month. I'm at the beginning, she's at the end. And a lot of the troubles I had, she also had. Our problems were similar and it was always good to have someone to talk to who really understood what was going on.
Christ.
This is so fucking unfair.
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Date: 2005-01-25 02:37 pm (UTC)Please tell her that I'm very sorry.
Was this a bit of a shock or was she just not letting on how bad things are?
I'm sure you are a great comfort to her.