The whole thing started with the diagnosis, first came Marion, that was the birth of this blog. Then came quite quickly Manuela, Heide, Sandra… and then the WhatsApp group was founded. We cried, we complained, we dreamed and hoped, we shared our thoughts on how to cope with this unspeakable situation, we gave each other tips.
Sandra picked me up from rehab two years ago. Afterwards we went out for a delicious meal. And we were together in Agatharied at a patient meeting. I didn’t drive long distances anymore at that time. We got along well, liked to tease each other, she was the notorious optimist and I – from her point of view – the pessimist. But I don’t think I’m not that pessimistic. Realistic and cynical rather… We joked with each other about it. Often, I secretly thought “I hope you get it right…”
Our WhatsApp group has grown since then. And also become different. Heide has left us since then. And you have become very quiet. Very silent. Your sparkling comments are missing. Because of you, the term “writing amok” was born – because when you felt the need to say something, you banged the keys wildly.
For months now, you’ve said nothing. In the beginning, of course, I had the sneaking question of “Which one of us will be the first to break down?” and you were not among the candidates. You have, since your diagnosis, actually managed the time very well!
I miss you and I wish so much that something could be done. I know you are strong and this development scares me.
Happy birthday dear Sandra, we all miss and think of you!
Postscript 14 June
I have received the sad news that Sandra has passed away today. Good journey dear Sandra!