My Friend

Is dying.

She is a dear, sweet woman. I actually know her husband better than Kitte (her nickname). I’ve known them for three years, having met them when I began attending the church I’m going to. Her husband was the first person who greeted me that first, daunting time. They’ve had me over for breakfast and I’ve taken them out for their birthday’s and we’ve gone to dinner together.

October 27^th 2011 we met for dinner. A month later, when I got to church & saw Kitte, she looked terrified, as did her husband. Both intensely private people, they would only say they would let me know ‘next week’ what was going on. “Next week” was news she has cancer of the esophagus. Treatment was to begin the next week, for a month, 5 days a week.

I found out yesterday Kitte has been in hospital over a week. Roger can’t talk about it so I gather information from mutual friends at church.

I do not feel Kitte has much more time. I can only pray her suffering is soon over, but oh what will Roger do? They’ve been married over 66 years! True soul partners. I’ve never witnessed the true ‘oneness’ spoken about so often but never seen until I’ve witnessed them.

**UPDATE** since I composed this, Kitte is still in hospital, being fed through iv since she can no longer swallow. All treatment has stopped as her heart could not take it. I'll know more Sunday.

sigh