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There's a doctor at my workplace who has cancer. She hasn't been working with us for too long but in the short time she has been with the company, we've all grown pretty fond of her. She has this "fuck you" attitude like she legit doesn't give a fuck about anything. And we like that, and even more than that, we respect that. We were unaware about how bad her cancer was until this week. She has two tumors somewhere in her uterus that have metastasized throughout her entire body; which means, this is terminal. Tomorrow night, another doctor is throwing her a 50th birthday party. She posted up fliers in our hospital and i noticed that at the bottom of the paper it says "no gifts". So i asked my coworker if she knew why and her answer was that Dr. O pretty much said there was no point since that was probably gonna be her last birthday party. And it hit me, the way it's hit most of my friends and coworkers: this isn't just a birthday party  for her, it's also a farewell. It's her farewell to her body and hello to her soul. Ever since i found out these shitty news, everything seems so heavy. I can't shake it from my mind. It's all i have been thinking of for these past two days. She's only gonna be 50. Life isn't fair.