Went to a funeral today for a co-worker who was diagnosed 3 years ago with metastatic colon cancer.  She was told to get her affairs in order when she was diagnosed but she refused.  She said she had stuff to do yet and wasn’t ready.  And she did the stuff until she was ready.   Parts of the speeches today were in her words and that made it all the more special.

My nickname for her was “magpie”  because she never let up when she got her mind set on something and continued to natter in your ear until you saw things her way.

I remember calling her and telling her I have MBC and she said that she thought for sure I was going to beat this thing.  She never thought she was brave or courageous, she was just doing what she had to do.  I understand that.

She will be missed.