Life is full of surprises, as most of us know. At times, things are excellent; everything is falling into place, and optimism seems to flow more freely from us when we are excelling. At other times, things are pure shit; nothing can go right no matter what you do, and it seems easier to lay down and give up than it is to keep fighting.
I realize there are a few exceptions to this general rule of life, but, for the most part, we can all agree it has stark highs and lows.
I have one living grandparent in my life. My paternal grandfather passed many years ago; my maternal grandmother and grandfather passed in the last five years or so. I consider myself fortunate to have spent the time with them that I did, and I am furthermore fortunate in the sense I have a bonus grandfather. The bonus grandfather I speak of is a man I met many years ago through my church, and he quickly became a grandfather figure to me; present-day, he is close with my entire family.
I heard from his granddaughter that he was recently admitted to the hospital for a health scare. I phoned him a couple of evenings ago to check in and see how he is doing, only to learn some very unfortunate news. He is almost 90 and was informed by doctors there is a probability he has cancer.
I called my mom to tell her, and I said to her that I think it is beyond cruel to go through life and live to such a ripe age, only to develop cancer. The same thing happened to my Oma; she was 89 when she was diagnosed with bladder cancer and passed shortly after.
I’m not going to pretend I understand why, or know the reasoning behind this, and I’ll drive myself insane in the process. Sometimes, though, I really can’t wrap my mind around life’s injustices.
ontheedgeofeverything 