Hey gentlemen, just been dropping in and out of here trying to keep on top of real life but had to stop by to vent.
Fucking cancer, what's with that mother fucking shit. Just visited a friend who is in end of life care. Cancer all through her, 55 years old and now they are just medicating for pain and nausea. She is skinny as fuck except for a stomach full of fluid.
She's more worried about her family than herself, but that's pretty typical of how she has lived.
Now I'm a reasonably big dude, lifting shit up and down most days of the week, but she reminded me that braveness comes in all shapes and sizes. She looked me in the eye and told me she isn't scared of dying, that she's ready to take her lot.
It's clear that none of us could know what this is like until we or a loved one were in a position to face our creator and say give it your best. She reflective, thankful, and best of all still funny as fuck.
FUCK CANCER