She's got cancer.
That's what I was told. The blood drains from my face and I am forced into a new reality. A place I never wanted to go again. Welcome back. 💢What the hell do I do now? I guess there is nothing I can do. Be supportive, I suppose. I feel bad, not just for her but for her family... her husband who already picks up more than his share of the household duties... her kids who are barely hanging on to sanity as it is... her sister and her best friend who will be thrust into countless teary conversations some, against her will.
It's the part of life that you never want to see. Sadness. Being face to face with your own mortality and perhaps a very painful end. It could be you or me at any time, without warning, without reprieve. No second chance. No do-over. Just you and a diagnosis.
About 3 hours later I found out it isn't cancer. They say it's a carcinoma that is not cancerous... though it does increase her chances of getting cancer down the road. So I guess that's good news now in exchange for bad news later.
In other news, I've been watching my annual income go from $1000/mo to $10,000/month in just 10 years. I'm at a place I never thought possible. Never. When I was making HALF what I'm at now, I remember thinking to myself, "This is it, man. You fuckin made it!" And that was a far cry from where I'm at. I've also figured out that money doesn't make you happy, but it gives you the opportunity to try things until you find out what DOES make you happy. Like spending $40k on a new car. Or $5k on spoiling your new grandbaby. It just changes your perspective. Next on the list, skydiving, whoring around Thailand, and one of them fancy Rolls Royce deals. Yeah!
