DAMN YOU CANCER
My friend Ruti's cancer progressed further. According to every website, it's terminal. She likely has a year, maybe two.
I know, some people beat the odds. But right now, the way she's progressing, it's horrible.
She has seven kids.
She is madly in love with her husband.
She has a special needs child who needs her.
She is my friend.
I'm sitting sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, because what else can I do?
Death is sitting in my living room.
He eats my godmother, bit by bit. He stalks my grandfather, so far held at bay. He waits bloodily in Israel, choosing who of my loved ones to take next. He is waiting to eat all of us.
I should answer your comments. But right now, I'm staring out the window into the night sky, into the black ink and all I can think of is my beautiful friend, facing that darkness.
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone.
I know, some people beat the odds. But right now, the way she's progressing, it's horrible.
She has seven kids.
She is madly in love with her husband.
She has a special needs child who needs her.
She is my friend.
I'm sitting sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, because what else can I do?
Death is sitting in my living room.
He eats my godmother, bit by bit. He stalks my grandfather, so far held at bay. He waits bloodily in Israel, choosing who of my loved ones to take next. He is waiting to eat all of us.
I should answer your comments. But right now, I'm staring out the window into the night sky, into the black ink and all I can think of is my beautiful friend, facing that darkness.
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone.