Doombox
Who knows, who cares
- Apr 7, 2022
- 376
I had cancer. I made friends. One was an exuberant person I met at the radiation facility, just hilarious, who was about to retire and had big plans and a big family. Another one was an artist and passionate about life. They both had everything to live for. They are dead. Here I sit. I know there's no master plan at work, but it still grinds my gears. I wish I could give my life to either one of them. There used to be this BS about how people who have a bad attitude and are isolated are the ones who die of cancer. Nope. Here I sit. Still ticking. Forced to try to figure out how to take myself out. Sigh.