An old friend is in the hospital with cancer. One thing I have noticed about getting older is the hospital stays seem to be longer. It also seems that the longer the stay, the shorter your life expectancy.
Last spring, my childhood friend died from brain cancer. She had several forms of cancer for the past 20 years, and successfully raised a family while fighting the disease.
I suppose I am at that age, where people I know will die.
I don't think of myself as old(er), unless I look in the mirror, feel my own daily body pain or someone I know gets sick enough to end up hospitalized. It hits home, very quickly, when people you love start dying.
I don't mean to be a downer, but this reality is not fun, is it?
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