by Joan Cooper
My sister that was eight years younger than I suffered and died from breast cancer...She was one month from turning 40 years od....had found a soulmate who had a daughter whom she loved dearly...Charlotte could never bear children, and her first husband left her for that reason....it nearly killed her...So she had finally found what she had hoped for.
Her down times were quiet(like her personality), but brave..She never whined or complained..It was astonishing to me, as I am a scrapper and will probably go kicking and screaming....She took her treatments like a trooper...recovered and would be productive during those times...arranging furniture and decorating...shopping for pretty clothes-she was a tall and glamourous blonde...she never looked too sick, as she bought a tanning bed to keep her color. She has a perfectly shaped head and stopped the wigs when they became too hot...put on earrings and pretty clothes..Still, I stood in awe of how she took the pain and the lack of anxiety about her future....
I must say that her doctors and (friend of the family) pharmacist gave her all the meds to keep her sedated and sleeping a lot at the end. When the end came, she began to hemmorage and we had to take her to the hospital for the suctioning machine....but, her doctor in a country hospital would not continue the sedation , as he did not want to be an instrument of her death....WHAT?????There was no Hospice in this little community and it was back in 1990. Then, she screamed out to die-and I prayed loud and hard for her to be taken up in the arms of angels as fast as they could come.....It was a tragedy and picture from hell.....my beautiful and beloved Charlotte.....now lying in peace....
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