| Current mood: |  melancholy |
A woman at my mother's park has been suffering from lung cancer for a while now. She's had chemo just to extend her life; she's never stopped smoking or slowed down, really. She's a nice woman overall and has had a good share of suffering. You can see it in her eyes. You can feel it coming from her.
She asked a neighbor to help her a couple of days ago and she looked so bad off that he called an ambulance. She's in ICU right now unable to breathe on her own and no one is yet sure she'll come through this most recent bad stretch. I signed made out a card to her today, already feeling solemn. Then my mother told me that the woman's patron saint is Saint Jude. Not a Catholic, I looked him up.
How much suffering must she have endured for the patron of desperate cases to be her saint?
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