I told T once that I was scared she'd die. She didn't attempt to make me "feel better" she told me the truth, people do die. I didn't know how to take that at first, my thoughts were all over the place, thinking that she "shouldn"t" have said that, she "should" have told me something different, but as she said, what was the point in making a promise that's impossible to keep. The truth did turn out to be the best medicine eventually once I'd processed it.