Yesterday was a busy day. I worked the Day Jobbe. In the afternoon, T&J came over and repaired a problem in my kitchen. (For which I thank them immensely.) Mom and Dad came by to say farewell before they leave town for 2.5 months tomorrow.
Found out yesterday that someone dear to me has had some dreadful cancer news, apparently about the same time I was getting my reprieve. I suppose the universe has to balance its books somehow, but I spent the evening quite depressed (hence the early bed time). I still have barely tasted the joy of my own walkback from the Big Edge, and now I have to watch someone else hurtle that way much harder and faster than even my worst fears of my own trajectories would have had it.
Really, I’ve had enough of cancer to last me a dozen lifetimes. My own or anyone else’s. If I love you, stay healthy. If I don’t know you, stay healthy. If I can’t fucking stand you, stay healthy. Life is a terminal experience by definition, but as