Well poot. Maggie was one of the nice ones. RIP.
Sorry to hear this. I liked Maggie and her posts.
Damn. I knew there wasn’t much hope, but it’s sad to hear that confirmed.
Farewell, Maggie the Ocelot. We didn’t know you anywhere near as long as we’d have liked to.
Dang.
RIP, Maggie. 
I’m so sorry to hear this. You will be missed, Maggie. Rest in Peace.
RIP, Maggie.
Maggie, thanks for your presence here. You’ll be missed. Condolences to her loved ones.
Tomorrow will be the fourth anniversary of the thread. It’s a fascinating journey, really, and would be of interest to those who chart the progression of illnesses. Done in real time.
Eternal rest grant her O Lord, and may light perpetual shine upon her.
Some of us don’t find a slow, painful death fascinating.
I did not mean that in a derogatory way. If it is, I’m sorry, and I apologize. I have seen people in my life die slowly and painfully and would not wish to cause pain myself. I should have realized that, and ask forgiveness.
After one of many doctor’s visits with her son, my sister-in-law the GP was furious. “They were treating me like I was some sort of imbecile!” Chorus of relatives, from both our and her side of the family: “you mean they were treating you like they treat the mothers of every other patient?” For a lot of medical professionals, the need to be objective leads to treating the patient as an object; the need to be clear, speak in terms people will understand and not freak people out can end up making the relatives feel talked down. A first-person account of a long illness is of interest both to epidemiologists (who despite the shared root do not only study epidemics, but the roots and progression of any illnesses) and to those doctors who’ve forgotten their patients are human too. I took Baker’s post to refer to the first, rather than to anybody with morbid hobbies.
Fare thee well, Maggie, and peace to Nico and to your loved ones.
Rest in peace, Maggie.
Clearly, I did. RIP, Maggie.
Damn. One of the problems with being an old-timer here is that you form a bond with people over a few lines of text. Then the messages stop, and then you find out the person has died.
R.I.P. Maggie. We’ll remember you.
Well, damn.
RIP, Maggie the Ocelot. You always seemed like a cool person, and I loved your username because ocelots are my favorite animal.
Best wishes and condolences to her friends and family.
Also: Cancer sucks.
Oh no!
Rest in Peace, Maggie the Ocelot. Thank you for your bravery in sharing this experience.
Yes — Cancer Sucks. I’m in the cancer care business. It is an ugly disease.
Rest easy, Maggie.
I always thought you had one of the best names on the SDMB…
Rest easy, Maggie the Ocelot. My sincere condolences to your family.