Well shit. A good friend of mine told me tonight that he has colon cancer. He'd had a mass removed last year and they thought they got all of it. But it came back.
I knew he was having the same symptoms and had gone in to get tested. He got the results this afternoon. Texted me from the doctor's office. He's the first of my childhood friends of my own age (exactly one month younger) to be so gravely ill. That sucks. He's in Hawaii, so there's not much I can do to help.
He's not afraid of dying. He never has been. But the interim might be unpleasant. Who knows, maybe they caught this early enough that they can remove it again.
I was wondering what I would do if I were diagnosed with a potentially fatal illness. Other than the always fatal condition of being born. Not much anyone can do about that. And I must say, some of the interim wasn't pleasant at all. But much (all?) of that was my own fault.
Having young children changes how I'd react. I'd try to keep things as normal as possible for them, as long as I could. So you know, I wouldn't do anything different than I am now.
Look for the joy in every moment. Because wherever you go, there you are. A trite phrase, but one of the truest. I hold no bitterness towards anyone. Not any more. There are some people I'd probably be a little less tolerant of being around. Perhaps I should start now.
S, hurry up with that next set. I could use a pick-me-up right about now. (Not that I don't always wait impatiently for a new one.) All things in my life are improving, but I do get set back on my heels a bit once in a while.