My daughter lost her valiant fight with C. At home, on Hospice, she breathed her last Sunday night. She was 55 years old, and our first. I called her 'Little Ed' because she was so much like me, and I called her 'Blondie', even though her hair now was brunette, because all 3 of my kids were palominos when young, as was I. She didn't get the chance for her hair to lighten up again, as mine has. The heavy grieving has taken place, but the light grieving will continue...