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Parent Column – April 2022

Mar 28, 2022 | Parent Column

My mini-me, Elizabeth Raisa Fenton, or Lizzie, as she was affectionately called throughout her childhood, was diagnosed with Stage IV Colorectal Cancer in June of 2015, 6 months after her wedding. She fought valiantly for almost 6 years undergoing several major surgeries, countless rounds of chemotherapy, and radiation . She was a warrior through it all but sadly passed away on April 15, 2021 leaving many broken hearts behind. Throughout her journey Lizzie dealt with her own “grieving” of what was not to be in her life. I want to share a message she sent to a dear friend of hers to describe what she was experiencing. Little did I know what a prophet she would turn out to be finding a perfect way to describe grief.  
 
Her family and friends miss her beyond words can ever convey.  
 
– Marleen Fenton
 
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