There are things going on. A lot of it is just background noise, but some of it is big, important stuff.
friend Toni's cancer is spreading and growing. Fucking cancer - just
one more piece of evidence, as if I needed it, that life is not fair.
met Toni the year I joined BHQG, which was about 10 years ago. She was
pregnant with the baby that was Ned, her youngest. She was tall and
beautiful and had the most gorgeous long, blonde hair. She was like a
Breck girl: wholesome and outdoorsy. She is still tall, blonde, and
beautiful, but the hair is shorter and you can see some of what she's
been through in the last seven years. She's one of the funniest, nicest,
most down-to-earth people I know.
We like the same
kind of books (except for those ones about Phury and Rhage - Toni, those
are just ridonkulous!) and movies and tv. She has a great sense of
humor and keen sense of the ridiculous. She likes Diet Coke, McDonald's
french fries, the Game of Thrones books, pedicures, Labrador Retrievers,
and sparkly things. She adores her kids, who admittedly are all
characters in their own rights, and has dozens of hilarious stories
about them. Toni is my age and has a lot to do with her life. Instead of
making those plans, she's thinking about hospice, and doing and saying
the things that need to be done and said.
And I hate it. It's not right or fair, or good. What it is, is how things are. And in this case, it sucks.