A couple days short of a year ago she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She had surgery and chemo therapy, but even her doctor admitted not all of it was removed. It came back suddenly, her abdomen distending with as much as five to six litres of fluid. They drained it off of her yesterday and she was supposed to go back today for a blood transfusion. She was so weak she couldn't stand. She could barely open her eyes or speak. Her breathing was heavy and labored. We got her to the cancer institute and they made arrangements to get her to a hospital. No one could get an IV into her because her stats were so low. While trying to make her comfortable, I commented that she was feeling hot but her skin was cool and clammy to the touch. The nurse pulled me aside and broke it to me that she was dying. They put me in the ambulance while my bf traveled separately to meet us. At the hospital she died moments after my bf burst into the room. The rest of her family was on the way but didnt make it in time. Everyone did everything they could for her; she was well known at both locations. Watching her die was the most heartbreaking thing ever. Comming home without her was even harder.