Karma is garbage
Met so many wonderful souls when Alison got sick. One was a fella named Michael. He’d been diagnosed with GBM six years ago, three years before Alison. Yet he was much higher functioning than her: He still worked and swam almost every day.
He did every experimental treatment he could. We spoke often, even after Alison’s death, the last time being July 23, 2018. He was worried about me.
How’s that for a kick in the head?
We talked about our kids a lot. Michael had two little girls that he adored. He fought like crazy to watch them grow up, just like Alison did.
And, just like Alison, he doesn’t get that chance, cause he died this week.
John McCain died this week as well, which is certainly less impactful but still a nice dose of fuckery for me and my addled head.
Michael was also the one that introduced me to Jeffrey Weiss who died last year from this goddamn thing. All of them died from the same cancer that took Alison.
Fuck. Did I say that already? I think people overuse it; it’s like antibiotics IMHO. You should use it when you really need it.
In any case, cancer’s called the emperor of all maladies; if that’s true, then GBM is the Emperor of all emperors. Capo di tutti capi. It’s kills so perfectly that, I gotta think that the other cancers are jealous.
I’ve always prided myself on not really hating much. There are things I dislike but few things I hate. Who has the time to hate?
But I hate this goddamn thing. If I could kill it with my bare hands, I would, then revive it to kill it again.
I’ve also learned to hate the concept of karma.
If ever there was a horseshit idea, there’s karma. Alison and Michael sure as fuck did not deserve this bullshit deal they got. Dunno anyone with GBM that did.
Sorry, I’m rambling. I’m battling a cold and my sleep’s been awful these days. August has been awful. It’s been a month of lies, terrible truths, death, and endings.
I’m tired of it all. I just wanna sleep and not know anything, especially about this fucking cancer. Blessed are the forgetful and alla that…
But I do know it.
I know a lotta things I don’t wanna know. So many things.
Location: a red chair
Music: Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray, it might come true
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