For Easter, she made reservations at another neighbors new restaurant for a bunch of us. On Friday she said she wasn't feeling well. On Saturday she said she probably wouldn't make it to the lunch. When we got back from lunch on Sunday there was a phone message that she had driven herself to the hospital.
We all drove in to see if we could help. She had woken up to find herself very jaundiced. Initial tests show a mass on her Pancreas. This is NOT good. She has since had further tests but no results in yet. I can't imagine any good outcome. She was resistant to filling the prescription for vicodin. We insisted she fill it. She's taking it and still reports a 9.5 on a scale of 10 for pain.
This is just SO sad and unfair. I worry that she will never have another "good" day, and that her time may be very short. She will be missed by many.