Just yesterday, I was marveling at the sun. Today--right now--it's raining.
I have made many friends on my journey with cancer. I wish I could get used to the notion that they are sick, too, but every time I hear that one of my cancer friends has taken a turn for the worse, it feels like shock and awe, and not the good kind.
I know their worry, and I have cried their tears, but what can one do when one is helpless.
I need answers, and I simply haven't found any. I will continue to try to comfort my friends in any way that's useful, whether it's laughter, or tears of a clown.