“They look like such..big, strong hands…don’t they?”
Today started out wonderful.
It’s a good day once every few days, you know? You find time for a good meal or some friends or a blonde with low standards, and an ordinary day becomes a good one.
That simple – get up, get out, go find something to do and someone to do it with – and love life for a little while. Make a few hours on this earth “good time.”
Today was a good day – WAS. Right up until what alluveal calls “the hour of the wolf.
I got home after a night out and found a message waiting for me.
One of my good friends might be very, very sick.
Might, in fact, be dying of cancer.
I can’t do anything about concepts. About poverty, or sickness, or self-destruction. Everything I am, everything I know and have seen and learned – it’s all useless in the face of sickness and time.
Someone once told me that everyone dies alone.
I don’t want her to go, and I can’t do anything about it but wait for the test results, so I’m going to bed.
Lyric:
Candy asked me, if she died, if I could go on.
Of course I said I couldn’t.
and of course we knew that’s wrong.
But Candy, I said, Candy no – you can’t do that to me
because you love me way to much for you to ever leave
Take care big guy. I wish that I could give you some comforting advice, or say something that would make everything better. But you know as well as I do that none of us are that wise. So, just know that my thoughts are with you and your friend, and that if there’s anything I can do, let me know.
Everything to say at this point is to trite. Death is such a weird thing. Someone is there and then it’s liked they never existed or vanished. I questioned all faith and all that is mystery on this earth when someone close to me died. I am sure alot of people do. It seems like for awhile they linger in memory, hang out like ghosts in your minds or dreams and in awhile , a long while they are gone without traces to cling to. I do not want to depress you, I am trying my best to relate. Someday I’ll die and I will be dust and in time there will never have been ME. Rachel will become a stone on the ground and eventually that will be gone to.
With Cancer there is always hope…..it’s called remission and I hope your friend is ok.
You’re right – you just have to wait and see what’s going to happen. However, we are here if you need us.
The first line…”The Neverending Story”?
you can do something, though – you can be there for her. in the end, that’s the most any of us can do for one another, and it’s huge. hoping for the best for her, and for you.
Hey, what rache said. You can be there for her, that’s the best thing anyway.
Great thing about time, though…is the opportunity to heal, so lets hope for lots of that.
Love to you, to her…the hope for a promising prognosis.
yikes…so sorry, man…for you and for her :/
Life is a mysterious, shitty little thing…. It is a shame that a bad situation like this can overshadow all of the good things….. No matter how things turn out, make sure to have and savor as many good times with your friend as you possibly can…. I hope that everything ends up as right as the rain for both of you…..
Yeah I just found out one of my Grandma’s good friend’s my have colon cancer…damn fight club.
I am SO sorry……..I know it’s always hard, and you feel so helpless. I have started talking regularly to another “xanga-ite”, who has been going through this with his own father. I can give you his site info, if you’re interested…..always helps to know you’re not alone.
Stuff like this always zooms the perspective to what really matters. Take it one day at a time, and if necessary, add to the final joys of her life.