The end came rather quickly.
Cancer seems to work like that.
One reaches plateaus and then drops like from a precipice. Her last lucid day, Friday, the 11th, was magnificent. It was not a statement of denial but rather an affirmation that she was prepared for her next round with the disease which she was confident she would win like the previous ones. I understand that even the nun is relating this humorous story to everyone in the parish. Saturday morning the oncologist asked her if she felt pain, and she said yes, a little.