"I hope that everything will be fine... We will meet in heaven, dear Heather."

On the night of September 26, she went to heaven, tired of fighting breast cancer, she was in pain...
she was stubborn, but we supported her as much as we could, we understood that she had very little left, while she could still walk, eat and go to the toilet.
But gradually the disease was destroyed from the inside, fed through a syringe into her mouth, but her decline was getting closer and closer - she refused to eat and drink more and more...
That night, convulsions began... Then it was over. It's hard to realize her absence in the morning, but everything will pass.