To the casual observer, it may look like I have my shit together. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am a free spirit.
Sometimes I take a break in the middle of a conversation to deal with other crap for no apparent reason. First it was my own illness. Then my estranged family thought it wise to mess with me. Now, a friend's health has got me worried.
Sometimes it is not fun to be smart.
A friend sent me a copy of her doctor's report, blood test and CT scan. Her cancer is now everywhere. Game over.
Even though I am not a doctor, I know what certain medical terminology means. If I have ever seen the word before or not. I get the jist.
My ability to understand may scare some people. Oh, well, I have got better things to do than worry about a party pooper. The results I read did scare me though. Scared me so much that I called a retired nurse friend to make sure I conveyed the test results correctly to my other friend.
I knew before I called her. I knew so much I had a meltdown in my house. Good thing I live alone these days.
Now I am in the sad and unique position to tell a friend to stop. Stop her life and get her affairs in order. To have a quick bucket list and go for it. She thinks she has about six months. I don't give her that. I say more like 60 days.
So to everyone who thinks they have time. Screw it. Live how you want to live as long as it does not harm anyone else. Take that vacation. Wear underwear that does not match your other unmentionables.
Life is too short.
So go live it.