57 years. 3 months. 15 days. That's how old my sister was when she died on December 30, 2015. Char spent four and a half years in a tug of war with cancer. For a while there she seemed to be in total control. But that insidious disease came back and this time would not let up. Here's the kicker. She had uterine cancer, just like me. Only hers was Stage 4 when they found it. Mine barely qualified as Stage 1. Life is often unfair, but that seemed the cruelest irony of all. As I wept that she was dying, she wept because I was not. It's taken me a long time to process this and to be willing to talk openly about it. Some of you reading this have been very open with your own struggles with health, grief, death, and dying. I've wanted to be, but I think I needed for the worst of it to be over first. Every time I tried to write about it, I'd sit paralyzed at the keyboard. I just wasn't ready I guess. Char decided to suspend further treatment last August. It wa
That is absolutely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous!!!!! I hope you had a great time at your retreat. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Christine! And, yes, I had a blast. It's so great to be cooped up with others who totally understand my obsessions!
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this quilt! Just beautiful, Phyllis!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Diana. I'm dying to get started quilting it. Have to wait for that pesky company to leave :-)
ReplyDeletePhyllis, thanks for leaving your blog site for us to read, it's a great blog. Check our facebook page on Friday to find out the winner of the Blog-of-the-Week!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful, beautiful quilt; Keep up the fabulous work!
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