My wife was literally the girl-next-door who lost her battle to breast cancer at 28.
Yea, cancer is a joyous gift.
SIL, 36, breast cancer vs. my dad at 63, heart attack working cattle.
The way my dad went was the best. True, we didn’t get to say our goodbyes. But we didn’t watch him suffer. He didn’t suffer. He was doing what he loved to the moment he passed.
For those that have watched a loved one die fighting cancer, how can someone say it is a better way to “die” just because you get a bit more time to say your goodbyes.
How about having your affairs in order all along.