We never got to meet in person and our friendship had a rocky start. I'm an impatient person and had messaged her. She didn't respond fast enough so I got snippy. She got snippy right back. I knew I liked her at that moment. I apologized and she totally understood. After that, we became facebook friends. We supported each other in blog contests and talked about our disease, progression, and hope.
I have to say, she had more hope in her pinky than I have in my entire body. She left us this morning. When I found out, needless to say, I cried my eyes out. We wanted to meet in person instead of messaging through Facebook. She lived in Canada and I in South Georgia. Quite a distance.
She was NED for a while, or so I thought. The last time we spoke in November, they were working on a new treatment plan because of a little progression. Then the holidays came, and the craziness of this year so far, and we didn't communicate again. I hate it when I do that.
I hate it when I don't keep in touch enough. It makes me feel like a terrible person. She is the last person I thought I would see on Facebook today who had passed.
She had a gift, she made such an impact on Lung Cancer. She fought, always had hope, always positive in her blogs. It's times like this that you think about your own mortality. How things can go from great to devastating in a matter of months, weeks, days. This disease sucks, and it's taken too many good people. But like Chris Draft says, "This is why we fight".
We fight for awareness and funding. This little boy lost his mother today, way too young. We all have a purpose and I think Lizzie definitely did so much in her lifetime, she helped change the face of lung cancer.
She will be missed immensely by the lung cancer community as well as her family and friends I'm sure. She fought a good fight, so brave and beautiful. I can't compare when it comes to awareness with what all she did, but I write. And I know I couldn't describe how incredible she is in this blog, but I tried. Rest in Paradise Lizzie.