This is not an information intensive diary. Just passing along the most basic of circumstances of the end of someone's life. This is not one of those friend of a friend of a friend legend kinds of thing.
This is a good friend's mom's partner. His step-mom if you will. He doesn't call her that. He just calls her Jill.
She's dying of cancer.
Strangely enough he just jumped up on Skype on my computer while I'm writing this. So I'll chat with him and then see you after the jump.
But yup, this person is one of us. As in, she's an American. Here, in this giant of an industrialized country, she is dying. And in order to keep her insurance, she has to keep working. She'll be able to do 3 days a week for the next month or so. She's technically in Hospice right now.
Shout out to Hospice. They (and many bottles of wine) saved my family's sanity while my mom was dying of ovarian cancer 6 years ago.
But anyway, Jill will work til she can't work anymore, and then she'll switch to COBRA, and then she'll die.
Not much else to say. I'm ashamed.