I prayed for her. Please God, if this is the last thing I ever ask of you, give her the strength and hope to surge through. Please do. I wish I could take it instead of her. I wish she didn't have to suffer alone. But isn't it the things we mind that help us appreciate the things we love? Still. I hate it when she hurts.
Please never give up, no matter how hard it gets. Keep treading even if you're six feet under because you can make it to the surface and then to shore.