The most devasting was the death of my sister, Deana Long. Deana is 9 years older than I. I don't think she liked having a baby sister....she did get stuck babysitting more than I'm sure she ever wanted to. We've had a rough relationship, but in all that time, I truly loved her. Her first cancer diagnosis was about 1990....breast. Having weathered that, she did well until about 2 years ago. Again she was diagnosed with cancer, but this time it was uterine. I am convinced the chemo for her breast cancer caused the uterine cancer. She had surgery and chemo and chemo and chemo. I tried to visit as often as I could, but as you all know, the world gets in your way. But several times I did go and stay 2 days. During one of our long talks, we found out why our relationship had some rough spots. Our mother lied and kept secrets. Her lies contibuted to Amy's death. With her lies and secrets, she created bad feelings among all of the 4 siblings. Do I sound a bit angry? You bet. I made a vow a long time ago to never treat my children or grandchildren the way I and my grandchildren were treated. Anyway, I felt like Deana and I resolved some major issues. (My older brother, Jim, just refuses to hear anything about Mom and our relationships) I received a call from Deana's husband that I'd better get up there. I rushed up there on Sat, Sept 24 and she was in a coma. I stayed 3 days crying and sobbing and talking with her. I didn't want to leave Monday evening, but I did. She passed into the glory of Heaven about 24 hours later. Her funeral was Friday, Oct 1 and I felt strangely at peace. She was suffering so much that I didn't want her to live another hour and now she is PERFECT! Praise God that He takes care of us.
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