So I've just heard a friend has died. She had GBM. Diagnosed years and years ago, so she had way more time than most folks. She had two surgeries since the diagnosis and various treatments. She leaves an amazing husband and two children. She made her home and family in Hobart, so I guess I'm heading to Tassie for her funeral (I don't have the details yet). I will remember her as a shining person, singing out front of her band, huddling around a computer screen, eating chocolate, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, writing insightful papers, cuddling her kids, and getting married.