The worst news
Mar. 23rd, 2013 02:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My friend Liana has posted that "the chemotherapy has had little to no effect and the consulting doctors have more or less agreed that hospice is the right thing to do at this time".
I am really very much not OK with this. I was hoping to see Liana again; despite living on different continents, we've managed to meet once a year or so. I was hoping to see more of her art. I was assuming she'd outlive her twenties. Fuck.
I'm posting a photo of her, so this is friends-locked:

On the night this photo was taken, she was with a group of friends who had chosen the costume theme "Alice in Underpants," with herself as a splendid Cheshire Cat. Paint job is, of course, her own. We went dancing and hung out and conversed until the small hours. I shared-- I am not exaggerating-- the best kiss of my life with one of our friends. That whole damn evening is a memory I cherish, except now it's becoming waterlogged in sentimentality for the worst of reasons.
The thing is, this kind of spontaneous joy tends to follow Liana wherever she goes. And when she leaves the world, Pied Piper-like, it will too.
That, at least, is how it feels now.
I am really very much not OK with this. I was hoping to see Liana again; despite living on different continents, we've managed to meet once a year or so. I was hoping to see more of her art. I was assuming she'd outlive her twenties. Fuck.
I'm posting a photo of her, so this is friends-locked:

On the night this photo was taken, she was with a group of friends who had chosen the costume theme "Alice in Underpants," with herself as a splendid Cheshire Cat. Paint job is, of course, her own. We went dancing and hung out and conversed until the small hours. I shared-- I am not exaggerating-- the best kiss of my life with one of our friends. That whole damn evening is a memory I cherish, except now it's becoming waterlogged in sentimentality for the worst of reasons.
The thing is, this kind of spontaneous joy tends to follow Liana wherever she goes. And when she leaves the world, Pied Piper-like, it will too.
That, at least, is how it feels now.