we are not just dying slowly.
My friend got some bad news yesterday.
Long story short, there are some cells present which, though they appear commonly, have a chance of turning into cancer. For which there is no cure.
As we talked about it, she kept saying “oh well”. And well, I guess that’s it. What more can you say? If it happens it happens, and if it doesn’t it doesn’t. Not to say that one shouldn’t be worried — the thought of it feels like I’ve been hit by a two-ton truck. Or that it should not be fought, if it happens. This wasn’t some kind of super-pacified nihilism.
Because she said to me that even then, she wouldn’t feel as though she were going to die. And I said, if she doesn’t already feel like she’s going to die, why should that have to change?
