Miracles are a rare thing. Too rare. Keri passed away last night.
Neither chemotherapy nor radiation, Tibetan singing bowls nor prayer circles were enough to save her, to summon a miracle. She was surrounded by love and I hope that made her transition easier, more peaceful.
I’m sad that I didn’t know her better, that my sister lost a friend. They met in the chemo lounge, each connected up via an IV drip to their own special concoction of drugs. (My sister can make friends wherever she goes!) It turned out that Keri’s parents lived in my granddad’s neighborhood, just a few doors around the corner. And a few doors from Dr. Bernstein, their oncologist…. they all got to know each other because of cancer. Debby and Keri soon became friends regardless of the cancer, in spite of Cancer.
If Debby didn’t have cancer they would never have met. She would not have lost a friend… Debby would never have known the difference. Keri would not have mattered.
But she did matter. And I can’t help but think that maybe my sister has a special angel looking out for her now.