Laura goes home.

My sister, Laura, has been diagnosed with cancer July of last year. We were so full of hope that she was going to survive cancer. In the past few months, I became less and less hopeful. In the past two weeks, it has gotten worse. Laura developed pneumonia, pulmonary embolism and was left with more pain than ever.
Last Saturday, Laura removed her feeding tube. Her husband James called the paramedics and she was brought to County USC Medical. At the hospital, Laura decided that she did not want the feeding tube replaced. James, Celia, our parents and I spent hour after hour, trying to convince her to have the feeding tube reinstalled but her decision was final. Monday the doctor told us that Laura's cancer was so advanced that even if she were to have the feeding tube reinstalled she would most likely have the same amount of time remaining.
Laura went home Tuesday to spend her last days at home with friends and family. The doctors tell us that Laura has anywhere to a few hours to a few days left.
It has been six days since she has had food or water. She is so weak. She will sometimes wake from her morphine and sedative induced sleep and see us there with her. Today, she pretty much slept the whole time.
What does it mean when I say that I miss her already? Real old picture, but I like this one.