There was a fall out in the family years ago, and unlike a lot of them, it continues today.  But, I always thought someday it would be taken care of, and never really did anything about it.  It wasn't one of nastiness, but one of a studied avoidance, like, I wasn't available for family get togethers that were always thirty miles away and usually in winter. 

I always thought someday it would be taken care of, maybe the family would realize the road can run west as well as east, and there were no dread diseases in my house. 

The road ran east this morning, and all I can say  is my "baby" sister and I were probably, at one time, as close as two siblings can get.  Driving to a hospice and seeing her looking more like my grandmother than my sister, this is not easy. 

So far, nobody has said how long she has to live, and I don't think she cares anymore.  By the time she had any symptoms, the cancer had progressed too far to treat and she was too weak for either radiation or chemo. 

Life is not just a bitch, it's a dirty, rotten bitch.  Mend your fences while you still can.  I can't mend this one now.

Doric.

You have my profound sympathy.

Mine as well. I lost my sister last summer to a cancer discovered 7 weeks before her passing.

Quote - Mend your fences while you still can.  I can't mend this one now.

Do what mending you can, every little bit will help, both of you.

A wise person once told me that a big part of the pain of bereavement is regret. We go on beating ourselves up for years over the things we left unsaid, things we shouldn't have said, things we should have done or shouldn't have done.

Our conscience usually knows exactly the right thing to do, and the closer we follow it, the easier our path through life.

I am sorry for your grief and your sisters condition.

Though you may not be able to mend the fence, some repair may be able to be done...even only if it's partial.When any repair is done, like to a fence for example, it can be difficult to the fence and for the carpenter, but the time spent usually results in growth for both the fence and the carpenter.

It's never too late to say "I love you".

Yes, this kind of thing is tough. I have been through similar twice, once with a former best friend and later with a family member.  Both of those I managed to get close to, the best friend before he became ill. In fact, he died suddenly, getting out of his armchair to retrieve an errant TV remote - 50 years old! All these years later (19 and counting) I keep thanking my lucky stars - or who/whatever - for our chance meeting in the company of other mutual friends. In retrospect though that is one of the happiest days of my life, still after all this time.

The other was more prolonged, a lingering illness with a lot of handwringing and such, eventually ending with repeated hugs of forgiveness, and for some time - several months actually - before the eventual unavoidable outcome.

Sometimes I wonder how I could or would or if I could or would forgive myself had I not been so fortunate - twice. And I do consider it fortunate, despite the losses of two such close and important beings.

My heart goes out to you in every way!

My dad lived with cancer for quite a few years, and with a lot of suffering.  I didn't want to see my sister, the baby of the family even if she was 63 years old, suffering like he did.  She won't, a little after four this afternoon, she left us behind.  But thanks for the thoughts, appreciated.

Doric

My sincerest condolences to you and your family.

I'm sure your baby sister loves you ,and she knows you love her.

Hearts don't need words ,they just know.

My condolences to you and your family also.

My condolences to you and all else who loved her.