Fuck cancer ARGH
UGH. I’m so upset and mad and just ARGH. My dear dear friend Ruth (who herself had cancer last year, is in remission now)’s aunt, Sarah, has cancer. Like oh-shit-we’re-fucked cancer, like try-to-enjoy-your-last-few-months cancer. And I am not very close to Sarah but she welcomed me into her family when I visited during college and I’ve had Thanksgiving with her and she gently asked me questions about my own father’s death and then last year she took care of one of my dearest closest most wonderful friends since I was 12 and I can’t thank her enough and anyway, I wrote her a “I’m so fucking sorry, this sucks” card and she wrote back and was so sweet and wise and kind and it was just. It was written in the words of someone who knows she is dying. Who said things about how lucky she has been to have lived the life she had. And told me to take care of Ruth. And she didn’t say it but I can hear the “…after I’m gone” that goes there, at the end.
And I am so pissed, and sobbing, and cancer STOP IT, stop killing and hurting beautiful people in my life, just stop it.