I know a few weeks back I posted about my aunt finding out her cancer had spread, and the doctors gave her 3 months to 1 year. Well yesterday she passed away. She was 45. I guess they didn't realize it had spread to her brain so she went a lot quicker than expected. When I saw her on Saturday, I just kept praying for some last minute miracle, and a part of me believed it could happen.
So now she's gone. I feel like cancer changes someone, it takes away the core of who they are. When I saw her on Saturday, she didn't look like herself, she wasn't acting like herself (of course she was asleep the whole time but you know). So it's hard for me to believe that she's actually gone, when it feels like I was looking at a completely different person this weekend. She was so full of life, and she was probably one of my favorite relatives. I know she was my FI's favorite person in my family, even though he didn't know her too well.
Anyways, I'm not sure what the point of this post is. I guess I just had to get out my thoughts.
