“Everything was meant to be okay. Not this.”
Despite her family history, Ebony had faith in early detection, and regular mammograms. Then, came the diagnosis .
“I’m going to beat this!” She wrote in her journal every day. However, grit and determination were no match for bad luck. The cancer had spread. She was only 28.
Arriving home, she found roses and a “Get Well” balloon from Mike on the doorstep. She’d told him it was long covid.
Ebony had no idea when the knife came from. However, the balloon was found later with forty stab wounds and was unresponsive.
100 words PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Last year, two close friends of mine died of breast cancer, while my sister-in-law was fighting a rather gruelling battle with it and facing obscure complication after obscure complication and a run of very bad luck. One of those friends never told me she was sick and I found out after she’d died. The other was seemingly cancer free and after a gruelling eight year battle, the cancer came back with a vengeance and she was gone in a week. It was like one of these fierce Australian bush fires, and it consumed her. They both had teenage children, and the loss was obviously focused on them. However, grief rippled out. They were much loved, and it’s still so hard to believe they’re no here.
I hope you’ve had a great week!
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