A person I respect a lot, and have worked with off and on for a long time, is really sick. They have cancer, and at their age, it’s really dangerous. Today, they were having a really bad day. Highly symptomatic, highly unwell. A lot of bleeding, a lot of tests, a lot of scary numbers. They’re sort of all alone, here, in Alaska. They don’t have family, or friends, or anyone to call. Just me.
So they did call me, and I went to wait with them, so they weren't stunningly aware of how all alone they really are.
They were scared, and I couldn’t just leave them on their own, so I went, even though I had work to do, and a dress to work on, and a dance class I was just dying to get back to. And y’know, I was feeling all these things. Scared for them. Stressed about the things I was missing. Sad, a lot of sad.
A year ago, when my little sister was going through cancer with her now ex-fiance, and they were still engaged, and they were still thinking they’d defeat the cancer, have a wedding, and live happily ever after, she didn’t have friends to help her. She had us, her family. Nobody to talk to about how she was feeling - scared, sad, overwhelmed? It must have been so horrible.
I never thought I’d have so, so many people in my life who care, and want to help, and understand.
I guess what I’m saying is, seeing someone who doesn’t have that, spending time with someone who is so much more alone than I can ever imagine, I appreciate you all so, so much right now. Because five years ago, I didn't have anyone. And today, god. So many people texted, and called, tweeted, IM'd, Skype'd, just, everything.
P.S. Said friend is blood type A, and there’s apparently a shortage on that. So go donate blood, or something.