I didn’t know the lady, personally or indirectly (online), but that is very sad. Why do these things seem so often to happen at Christmas, too? Her family’s future Christmases will always be overshadowed by this.
If nothing else, I suppose it demonstrates how we can spend so much time dwelling on “how ill” we are (not that I’m suggesting that was the case with Tanya), but then be overtaken by something completely unforeseeable and unrelated. At least, I assume the accident was completely unconnected with her MS, and one of those horrid “might happen to anyone” things.
It does put things into perspective, sometimes, doesn’t it? That MS might not be the thing that gets you, and worse things do happen.
Not that that’s a particularly cheery thought, but we can spend years assuming we know what our greatest enemy is, but it turns out not to be that at all. Must try to make every day count.