Life Sucks and Then You Die

I haven't posted much this week because we received news that a dear friend is dying of cancer, the kind that kills always and quickly. She spent a year nursing her husband thru his fatal illness, and then she soldiered on, selling three pieces of property and getting everything in order. She had just had a hip replacement and now should have been looking forward to a few years of travel, grandchildren and friends. It won't happen.

I think of how frightened she was of her diabetes, and how she almost never drank or ate a dessert (even a bite) and kept to a Draconian diet because the endocrinologist told her if she did not, she would die a horrible death.

Her husband babied her, paying bills, doing laundry, shopping, even cooking. She was not even computer literate, and after he died she had a difficult time adjusting to taking charge of things.
She was a holocast survivor and had begun writing memoirs. The old Chinese curse, "may you live in interesting times" gave her lots to write about.

She always saw the glass half-empty, and now of course one wonders if she had a premonition that the glass would indeed be half-empty.
Such a shame. Life sucks, and then you die.