A close coworker I've worked with for 20+ years has an 11-year-old daughter who is dying and there's nothing that can be done to stop it.
Sweet "Miss K" has
trisomy 13 and it's getting the best of her. The doctors gave her less than a week to live when she was born—ha, she showed them! Well, I got an email this morning saying it looks like it time for her to leave us and that she's putting up a hell of a fight. I'll slide by the hospital at lunch time to blow her a kiss and see if my coworker neeeds anything. A few of us do this each week.
Who knows? Maybe another miracle is in store for this family. I hope so.
And I know death is a part of life that we should accept, but it's hard as hell when it's an adorable and sweet 11-year-old child who's never harmed anything nor anyone.