A couple of weeks back I was deeply saddened to read in writer Emma Hanigans blog that after 11 years her cancer treatment options had finally run out. The same day while out for lunch with my mam I bumped into an old friend, a cancer survivor for almost 20 years, she told me, She was in trouble, it was back.
Emma’s strength just amazed and inspired me, to repeatedly go through the hell of aggressive treatment and pick yourself back up only to be knocked down again. Four times in one year, having hope only to loose it and to try to find it again. Stage IV almost from initial diagnosis, at least I felt I knew the score. I remember a scene from Greys Anatomy where a doctor with an inoperable brain tumour talks about hope, how so many hospitals had given her hope they could help her but couldn’t,
‘and everytime the hope goes it takes chunks of you with it, until you can only find comfort in the one thing you can count on, that this thing is going to kill you’.
Emma never gave up, today she lost her fight and gained her wings, she was an incredible woman an advocator for breast cancer, may she rest in peace.