She didn’t.

My Uncle David had cancer and there was nothing they could do. Two hours later I receive another phone call, my Nan had cancer and there was nothing they could do. My son, my first, was only four months old, the thought of anything happening to him keeps me awake at night even now, I could not, cannot, imagine the pain of outliving him. David was in Norfolk, my Nan in Bedfordshire, it was heart breaking enough that they wouldn't see each other again but I prayed, for the first and last time, that she would go before him, that she would die without ever knowing she'd lost her wee boy. She didn't.