Sintija was a fighter. A beautiful young woman who faced cancer with amazing strenght and fought with all she had till the very last moment. Being diagnosed with terminal small cell ovarian cancer half a year ago, she was sure there had to be a way to beat the dreadful disease. In her early twenties, with so many dreams and strong determination to make them real – giving up wasn’ t even an option. She believed. We all did – with yet another chemo tried, with each new test results. Even through the last 2 weeks when doctors had given up and she was already moved from the hospital to a hospice. Sometimes it is almost impossible to stop believing in miracles and very difficult to face reality.
Cancer hasn’ t been just a term in a dictionary for me for quite some time – I have learned years ago about how sneaky and cruel that monster is but desparately hoped this will be an exception. I was wrong, unfortunately. We lost Sintija early yesterday morning. Her little brother and sister think she now lives up on one of the stars and I would want to believe that very much.
Although sometimes not fair, life still is really precious and fragile, isn’ t it….
in the end of empty street
raindrops keep falling
light of candle
more viable than the last hope