Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Fernanda passed away yesterday. I have been trying to write but I am still too sad and too upset... and I have no right words.
This photo makes me smile. I was at Memorial Sloan-Kettering recovering from surgery # two. My cousin Fernanda knew better than anyone how I was feeling. Besides being a nurse she had been diagnosed (with breast cancer) in the same year as I was. She was also a mother.
This photo was taken in a cold January day in 2002, just like today, but we were younger and still at the door step of this cancer world.
If you look closely you will see what she was doing. Only Fernanda would think of transforming a hospital room into a spa. We laughed when we heard the lady in the next bed asking: what is this smell? There was a heavy nail polisher scent in the room. Ah don't make fun of my hairdo. Fernanda had just helped me wash it.
My cousin was a lot braver than I will ever be. The only comfort I have is knowing that I have her example to follow.