So I found out my fave teacher didn't die from cancer, at least not directly. Turns out she was in remission and doing really well. Well enough to re-plant her garden, which is what she was doing when a copperhead snake bit her. Her immune system was still too weak from all the cancer and chemo to fight off the poison. She died before they could give her an antidote.
Damn, but that sucks.
What's really ironic is that that's just the sort of morbid example she loved to use to explain the concept of irony.
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Wow. The death of a great person, a great teacher is a loss to the world.
But I'm certainly amused (in a horrified "is it okay to laugh" kind of way) by the irony of it all.
Heh, if it happened to somebody else I'm pretty sure Mrs. Orr would have thought it was pretty funny.
OT, but I caught your latest drabbles this morning. I liked them both, especially the Wesley one. It made me sad, though. *sniff* Poor Wes.
Dude--that sucks.
At least now, she can garden in peace.
Her son, who was in my graduating class, also died a few years ago of a brain anurysm. So at least she gets to go be with him.
Whoa. Thanks for reading my drabbles. I hadn't written in forever, glad I still seem to be capable.
I'm sure your teacher is in a better place - and the reunion must have been wonderful. I remember thinking when my cousin died that "oh, that's why Grandpa died. He had to be there to take care of Cheryl."
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