I feel so confused.
Four weeks ago I realized my roommate had cancer. She didn't want to let on. →
She revealed she was starting chemotherapy. Two Fridays ago her doctors said it would not work. That week I was at my boyfriend's. I didn't know. Her friend told me last Monday. Her friends and family wouldn't let me see her. Wednesday they flew her home to China. Then I saw her. She couldn't move half of herself. My roommate, who would study in her room all day and suddenly appearing in the hall, frightening me. Who told me about being a teaching assistant; I told her about being an administrator. She's in China in a hospice.