She suffered for a few years. She had breast cancer, but I believe it also attacked her brain. I had a close friend that died from brain cancer. I cried with him more than once.
People that never new anyone or fraternized with anyone with terminal cancer wouldn't know how they suffer, not only physically, but also emotionally. My friend once told me that all he does is lay in his hospital bed (at home) and think about his days as a boy when he was in school and all the fun he had and how much he enjoyed life while never giving a thought that someday he could be laying in bed dying from a disease such as cancer. He said he feels so lonely and it's like no one cares because people you thought were your friends don't even call.
My friend would tell me stories from his boyhood days and when he was in high school and the dates he was on and the football and basketball games he played. I reminded him of the game we played against his school and he (of all people) broke my nose during a basketball game. Of course, we laughed about it when I told the story, but it wasn't funny the night he broke it.
The point I was trying to make is that the people that are dying from a terminal illness suffer a great deal and my heart aches for them. It's a terrible thing to watch someone slowly die. I also saw a friend die from AIDS that he got from a blood transfusion. He also died slowly. They couldn't even wash him because of the amount of pain he would get when the nurse rubbed his skin while washing him.
Cancer is a terrible disease.