I am trying to focus on the one "good" thing, that being that the fight, struggle, and pain for her are over. I don't want to let unhappiness and cynicism get to me. Part of me wants to scream in anger, demanding to know what the whole point of the fight was, then. She went through chemo, double mastectomies, all kinds of treatments to try and stop it, and it all just led to this. Same fucking thing that would've happened if she'd done nothing.
I refuse to let my mind go there, because there was a point. I know what that point was, and to ignore it would be an insult to Cathy. I'm not gonna do that. There was a point.
She didn't just fall over and wait for death. She fought and clawed and suffered and earned those extra months that let her finally get married to my uncle and visit Buena Vista one more time.