Help an angel get her last wish

Thank you for taking the time to read my plea.

My friend Sue was given a year to live over 7 months ago.

She was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2003, and has since dedicated all her spare time to fundraising. Every year Sue is involved in events such as the Relay for Life, the Weekend to End Breast Cancer, Bark for Life, CIBC Run for a Cure, Harley-Davidson’s Garage Party, Beat the Crap out of Cancer and much more. She was invited to do testimonials at a few Canadian Cancer Society events, and she sells fresh daffodils and tulips every year at her work. She frequently makes home-made soups and muffins that she sells at work, and over the years, she’s raised over $50,000 for various cancer charities.

When her hero was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer in the summer of 2013, she left her husband in Toronto to move back with her parents in Montreal, so she could take care of her father. She knew there would be numerous doctor’s appointments, and her mother doesn’t drive.  She spent her days at the hospital, and would start her work day in the evening at a small home office that she set up in her parent’s living room. I don’t know how she was able to do this for 6 months, but I know she is very grateful that she was with him when he took his last breath 2 days before Christmas 2013.

We’ve been best friends since 1977 and I have rarely heard her complain about pain or feeling sick, so when she spent a week in bed last August, I knew something was terribly wrong.  Sue had gone to three different walk in clinics that week, and they all sent her home saying she had vertigo. So when I showed up and insisted that we go to the emergency room, it took convincing. After a 6 hour wait, they also wanted to send her home with a vertigo diagnosis, but we insisted on a CT scan, and it showed that Sue had a tumor the size of a golf ball. She was put on an ambulance where a brain surgeon was waiting for her at another hospital. She came out of surgery with moderate motor skill damage, but when they suggested that she would never ride a motorcycle again, she tripled her physiotherapy effort and bypassed the walker that they had prescribed.

 

For years, Sue and her father would daydream about taking a road trip across Canada and the United states. When he was on his deathbed, he shared with Sue how he regretted never taking the time to do it. Not knowing that her time was also limited, Sue promised to do it for them.

Sue was forced into retirement because of her health. And like most of us, she wasn’t financially ready. Although they can’t really afford a motorhome, they are currently looking at RVs that are over 10 years old, hoping that it will survive the trip.

I am asking for your help because, during this trip, Sue will need to fly back home every month, for her treatments. Sue’s breast, bone and brain cancer can’t be cured, but chemo, bone strengtheners and pills are keeping the cancer from spreading too rapidly.

Sue never asks for anything for herself, and she will probably be mad at me for doing this, but as the months go by, the only thing I want is to give my BFF is her last wish and I don’t have the means to do it alone.