one gets better, one gets worse

one friend came to visit.

She’s in remission now, cancer in two places is no longer an issue. so i’m delighted. too many of my friends have had their wings clipped by illness, and while i do love playing the role of tall dark and shouldered for crying on, (see my note on broken wings) i don’t particularly want to bury any more friends, particularly younger ones, while i’m this side of 40.

so when another friend announced she has a tumour, i get a sick feeling.

this girl hasn’t had a break in years. marriage to a total penis who cheated, left and tried to take her money. cancer, cancer, and a third time cancer. as the cancer fades, in comes the (non-cancerous, as if that’s a major relief) tumour in her head. and it’s long term, with few positive side effects. ‘hospital – forever’ was her text today. i love her, and it’s not fair. i know you don’t know her, but i do and that’s what this place is all about. my friend is dealing with something i would take from her in a heartbeat, and i can’t be there til i finish this job in early january.

so i’m going to visit her in the new year.

puts a bit of snow, a lack of money and an insecure job into perspective.