death

Pat Woods

My Aunt, before she passed, was quite sick with breast cancer.  She had it, we suspect, for over a year.  She did not have a family doctor.  She did not tell anyone she was sick.

I was in the hospital room when the doctor asked her why she had not gotten help earlier.  Her answer was “carelessness.”

I’m not sure what that meant. I do know that now without her around I miss her a lot.  I re-engaged her when I was out there to visit in Alberta and called when I was back in Nova Scotia.

We weren’t given the chance to rally around her and show her any family support.  Perhaps that’s how she wanted it.

I know that her suffering is over.  This Christmas I will light a candle for her and my deceased father but I will not follow her example.  I have a family doctor who I see even if I get the sniffles.  And I know that if I’m given the opportunity to fight a terminal disease I will take it.

She was my Mom’s best friend and sister to her ten siblings.  As we struggle to come to grips with her passing I simply want to let everyone know that time will heal this.

I completed Nanowrimo and wrote a book in a month.  I will edit it in January and submit it to outside editors for their work.  And, if it ever gets published it will be dedicated to the Aunt Pat I knew as a child – a skier, a bird watcher, a worker, a friend and gardener.