Yesterday was the funeral for one of my coworkers. Technically, an ex-coworker, since she quit her job last year to move back to California and to be with her family. It was an emotional parting, since we knew something was up, but refused to say anything at the time. We didn’t find out what was up until December, when one of my other coworkers (one that knew her from a previous job) called around Christmas. That’s when we found out that she had cancer and was looking for some kind of hospice care. She smoked Menthols like a chimney all the 15 years I knew her (the interior of the computers she used looked as tobacco-coated as her lungs, I suspect), so the diagnosis wasn’t a huge shock. Still, it was still enough of one that it helped me quit smoking after 14 years this January.
