"She's gone."  "I lost my sister."  "Teresa has passed."  "She's d...."

Two months now and I still can't say the 'D' word.  It still seems so unreal. The text back in June saying she has stage IV colon cancer, not to call her now cause she just can't talk about it.

Finally talking to her after that news, where she was so positive... So prepared to fight and beat this monster. Yet also preparing for the worse. The phone call 6 days before her passing telling me the doctors had…