There's not much comfort in knowing that life is not fair

My sister-by-choice, roadnotes, who I've known since we were 13 or so, is dying of cancer. We had hoped she had a year or so left; as of today it looks like maybe a few weeks. The following (via a couple of forwards) is from her partner, Soren:

The palliative doctor told us he can't recommend her going home she's too weak everyday weaker and weaker unfortunately I kind of agree. Still not eating now she's not drinking either. Maybe few days or few weeks.

I'm trying to figure out whether I should try to change my flight back from Boston, to get to Seattle tomorrow or Sunday instead of Monday. I have asked Elise, who will be getting there tomorrow morning, to email or text me once she sees Velma.

(Yes, I was elliptical yesterday, before I got the most recent email, which included a request to "please spread the word.)

This is awful. I'm not sure how I will cope, but I have some good people to lean on.