Andrea
Everything has changed so drastically. I was looking back at a few of my blogs from my glory days. The ones when I wrote constantly and about nothing that was of any consequence. I never though that I would look back on my words and see the history of several years unfold.
Andrea, the manager that I so often spoke of, my best friend, died. She got sick one day and was diagnosed with lung cancer. Small cell carcinoma. They couldn't operate because it was in a place that could potentially cause more damage than help. She started chemo and radiation, and I watched my friend disintegrate, waste away. It was so hard for me to visit her. I was so selfish. All I could think about was how seeing her like that would affect me. I promised her that I would be there for her but in the end, I wasn't. She was independent and kind and funny and loving. She was so good to me, like a mother. She gave me a home, briefly, but during a time when I had nowhere else I could possibly go. She always supported and encouraged me. Andrea was given a prognosis of one year after her diagnosis. She lived 5 months. She died in hospice. God gave me one small gift the day that she died an it is something that I treasure and will always: around 11 am that morning, March 27th 2009, I called Andrea and she didn't answer. I left her a message letting her know that I wanted to come visit her and that I missed her and loved her. It was later that afternoon that I found out she had passed early that morning. About two hours before I called and left the message.
I haven't spoken or written about this is a long time. But I think about her every day.
Andrea, the manager that I so often spoke of, my best friend, died. She got sick one day and was diagnosed with lung cancer. Small cell carcinoma. They couldn't operate because it was in a place that could potentially cause more damage than help. She started chemo and radiation, and I watched my friend disintegrate, waste away. It was so hard for me to visit her. I was so selfish. All I could think about was how seeing her like that would affect me. I promised her that I would be there for her but in the end, I wasn't. She was independent and kind and funny and loving. She was so good to me, like a mother. She gave me a home, briefly, but during a time when I had nowhere else I could possibly go. She always supported and encouraged me. Andrea was given a prognosis of one year after her diagnosis. She lived 5 months. She died in hospice. God gave me one small gift the day that she died an it is something that I treasure and will always: around 11 am that morning, March 27th 2009, I called Andrea and she didn't answer. I left her a message letting her know that I wanted to come visit her and that I missed her and loved her. It was later that afternoon that I found out she had passed early that morning. About two hours before I called and left the message.
I haven't spoken or written about this is a long time. But I think about her every day.