From one girl with cancer to another girl with cancer, it’s hard for me to find the right thing to say. I guess it’s too close to the, er, bone for me. I know how it feels — the sense of urgency to get on with living, the sense that every moment of opening up one’s eyes has to be treasured. I feel for you way too much, Miss Squinternet, and because of that I find myself almost wordless.
But please know that you made something precious and glorious on the earth. Your creations illuminated a beautiful world of shared imagination, and made people’s lives better. You clothed avatars with the joy of your thoughts, and because of this, you created joy in the universe. Your clothing is the butterfly whose wings cause a tremor in a distant galaxy — you made a difference, to me, to many.
With much love from someone walking a similar (much easier) road,