I am sad.
A friend's husband has just found out that the surgery and months of chemoradiation he suffered through has basically not made a dent in his cancer, and even a radical surgery that would leave him without a tongue or vocal cords would only have a 25% chance of completely getting rid of the cancer. Hospice has been called in, and he is not expected to make it more than 6 months.
Every time I think about it, I start to cry. He's only 46. My friend is going to be a widow at 37.
It is so fucking unfair. I want to scream at the universe, hit something, put the pain somewhere outside my body.
All I can do is tell her I love her and hold them in my heart.