Shit happens.
Noble Truth Number One (in my words): shit happens.
Thursday I lost my best friend. No, he didn't die. He no longer wishes to be my best friend. I was concerned about the way he handled a part of his life and voiced that concern. He felt I should have kept my mouth shut and now we are no longer good friends, if we are even friends.
Friday my mom had a tumor partially removed from her. What they could get out was between the size of a golfball and a baseball. The rest is interwoven with her breast tissue. Tomorrow she finds out if a masectomy is even worth trying. If the cancer has spread to her liver and bones, the doctors are just going to leave her to die: there's nothing they can do to save her. Otherwise she will have a masectomy followed by chemo and radiation.
Shit happens.
I didn't, and still don't, want either of these events to occur. They did anyway. I have no control over them. Does this make me a heartless person? No. I just realize that there is no sense getting upset over them. I am sad, yes. But to dwell on this sadness makes them worse and denies the fact that shit happens.
Thursday I lost my best friend. No, he didn't die. He no longer wishes to be my best friend. I was concerned about the way he handled a part of his life and voiced that concern. He felt I should have kept my mouth shut and now we are no longer good friends, if we are even friends.
Friday my mom had a tumor partially removed from her. What they could get out was between the size of a golfball and a baseball. The rest is interwoven with her breast tissue. Tomorrow she finds out if a masectomy is even worth trying. If the cancer has spread to her liver and bones, the doctors are just going to leave her to die: there's nothing they can do to save her. Otherwise she will have a masectomy followed by chemo and radiation.
Shit happens.
I didn't, and still don't, want either of these events to occur. They did anyway. I have no control over them. Does this make me a heartless person? No. I just realize that there is no sense getting upset over them. I am sad, yes. But to dwell on this sadness makes them worse and denies the fact that shit happens.