I just recieved shocking news. Someone loved has cancer. Someone I work with who makes me smile three times a week. Lovely women. Lucia.
She probably wont be coming back to work, she wont be able to give me anymore advice on the multiple topics that she is experted on. I love Lucia, she is so bright, and warm to me. The way she yells at me and nags at me as if I was one of her children. She brings me food as if I was one of her children. Warm christmas and birthday gifts every year. Hell she worked with my dad, when she did payroll for him. She might not remember me back then but I remember seeing her as a kid when I would come to the office with my dad.

Doesn't look too good, and it is developed enough to give little to no hope. I don't miss her yet, she isn't gone, but it hurts. To come to work this valentines day, to find out that my officemate isn't coming in anymore. To find out that she is dying. That sucks ass big time. I love the lady. Always joke with her, and learn Italian with her. Every Italian word I know because of her. The curses too.
I hope the world could be rid of this damn death sentence.