This is the post that we hoped we would never have to write. This is the post from the family to let all
of Jessica’s friends and followers know that she lost her four-year battle with
breast cancer last night in the comfort of her own home, surrounded by a
handful of her closest family. She was
38.
In the twenty days since her last post, Jessica orchestrated
her own treatment, which was carried out by family and hospice caretakers. Her protocol was a myriad of treatments threaded
together from the information she found on her own, and through the help of friends
in her cancer community, including the Rick Simpson Oil, Ayurvedic treatments, castor
oil wraps, charcoal packs, health drinks, and even liquid morphine used
sparingly to manage the pain. We carried
out as much as Jessica’s health allowed.
Jessica believed that cancer, rather than being her master,
was her teacher. She recognized that
some of the traditional western approaches did not work for her, so she applied
the discipline of her professional life.
She opened her mind, listened to her doctors, became inspired reading
other cancer blogs, and so read everything she could get her hands on. She truly became a student of cancer. In the end, she learned so much that she was
advising her doctors and caretakers, based upon her own in-depth research. Her approach paid off, as some of her adaptations
to western medicine were later validated by independent medical research.
She shielded us from her own grief. Her determination was steadfast, even after
we were resigned to simply making her comfortable.
Her last day was a summer Sunday. She lay in a hospital bed, facing French doors
open to a bright sky. As evening
approached, the sunset reflected radiant colors on the clouds above her. Though she struggled with pain, she was ever aware
of those in her presence.
People always speak of Jessica’s strength. We also stand in awe of her strength and
conviction. She knew this, but always
said that she was strong only because she had to be. She couldn’t fathom why anyone would admire
her when she never saw another option. She
developed the strength to be a self-made woman, forging a successful career in
investment banking and private equity, and a fulfilling her plan to raise a
family with a husband who loves her. Her
life may have been short, but she made sure that she accomplished everything
she set out to do. It was this strength
that created the magnetism that drew us all to her, and this same strength that
she called upon while battling cancer.
Her daughter Abby (5), saw her mom’s pain during these last
weeks, and got to help by rubbing Mommy’s feet and putting moisturizer on her
legs to make her feel better. In so many
ways, Abby and her brother Leo (3) have been preparing for this for their whole
little lives. They both inherited
Jessica’s strength.
When someone is in cancer’s advanced stages, everybody around
them feels helpless. We see it in the
outpouring of support from Jessica’s friends, her extended network, and even readers
of her blog, as so many of you reach out to ask what you can do to help. In her last weeks, Jess was aware of this
support, and, when we hovered or inadvertently woke her up, she frequently
preferred to escape to her phone to check in with your facebook, email and blog
posts.
We’d like to thank you, too, for your love, support and
encouragement during this struggle. We
are grateful to you. Regardless of how
well you know us, you inspired us as well as her.
It’s our hope and belief that Jess will be remembered for more
than just her cancer, and hopefully Abby and Leo won’t be defined by the loss
of their mother. Jess is known for her
strength, explaining why she has identified with Wonder Woman since she was
five years old. If strength was Jessica’s
superpower, then it came from her gratitude and appreciation for life, coupled
with her drive to be here for her husband and children.
It is important to acknowledge that on the outside, her last
day was beautiful, but on the inside she was in a swift and sudden decline. She was battling more pain than she had
previously faced. Our only silver lining
was that it left no doubt that her passing was a much-needed relief from suffering. It was not a pretty process, and in the end,
the promise of the hemp oil and the morphine were still no match for the wrath
of her aggressive cancer. No matter how
well a cancer patient is cared for, in the end, until we find a cure, this
disease is more powerful and does more damage than we let ourselves
believe.
The family is in the process of establishing a memorial fund
in conjunction with one or more cancer research institutes. We expect to have more information in the
coming days. In lieu of flowers, we
encourage donations to that fund, or any fund with the goal of finding a cure
for this horrible disease.
