She gave birth to a little girl. The little girl passed away at age 7, with leukemia.
A few years later she gave birth again. It was a boy. He was diagnosed with leukemia as a teen. One morning as Dorothy, her husband, and her son were getting ready to go to St. Judes, her husband died from a heart attack. The next few years were spent trying to keep her son alive. Dorothy’s dad passed away in her home, as he slept. Not long after that, her son lost his fight with leukemia. Dorothy lost her life to a blood clot during minor surgery.
I think of her often. I think of the pain I saw on her face when her little girl died.
Between the time she lost her son and her death, I saw a lady that tried as hard as she could to keep going.