I woke up with this tune playing in my head. Something about knowing when to fold them and walk away is very appropriate.
A colleague from work died Saturday evening. Lori had been with the group for 30 years, she was less than a year older than I am. She was extraordinarily bright, amazing attention to detail, was a perfectionist in her work, was committed and dedicated to her work. She made a difference in this world, and will be missed.
Over the last few months we had noticed changes. She lost weight, she looked tired and drawn. She was working from home more and more. A couple of people tried to talk with her about how she was feeling. Most of the time she changed the subject, or simply didn't answer. Once, just once, she said to her two closest project collaborators, that she was sick.
It is unclear what she knew or didn't know about her health. It is clear that she made a decision to not seek help. That was her choice and I respect that.
She had a fall at home early last week, and was admitted to the hospital. The diagnosis was grim, very late stage cancer. By the time she was taken to the hospital she was unable to communicate. She as transferred to hospice and died within 24 hours.
I am sad, and at the same time, I know she died as she chose. She was independent, strong, stubborn. I think she knew when it was time to fold them and walk away.