One month ago my wife Marjorie died from the unmitigated ravages of cholangiocarcinoma following a deeply difficult year of radiation, several chemo regimens, travel to medical centers in Minnesota and in Washington state, big and minor surgical procedures—often followed by infection and incision wounds not healing properly. She was 56. There really aren’t words. ‘Bereft’ is so inadequate. It’s a loss that seems unbearable.
She had been strong, athletic, and adventurous. A backpacking trip in Patagonia had been planned. She was a writer and an activist. A book of her poetry is due to be published soon and a novel (her second) will appear later. One of several obituaries is at bellwetherprize.org
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