The World Makes Little Sense
Nov. 17th, 2006 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakI've always known it didn't. After Tuesday I expected this, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
armoire_man is dying of his brain cancer. He's being moved to a hospice. His wife gave us the news via a mailing list many of his local friends are on.
The last time I saw him was at brunch, Sunday October 22nd, if I am remembering the sequence correctly. He was not looking good even then and he had surgery scheduled for the next Thursday (26th). He was released to a rehab center a week later (Oct. 30th) and there was some hope that he'd get better. But this week on Monday the 13th he was back in ICU. There was not any word for a while and I quietly assumed the worst, because that's my pessimistic nature. I'm not crying much now and I'm okay, expecting the worst blunts the blow when it falls. At least for me.
The doctor says that he doesn't expect him to make Christmas. I expect I'll go see him and try to convey that I love him as a friend, though since he doesn't seem to understand language very well it will have to be all in my expression or something. I've written a letter of sympathy and now it is time I went to bed. I stayed up too late trying to find the right words.
I don't expect the world to be fair, I'm an atheist. So isarmoire_man.
armoire_man is dying of his brain cancer. He's being moved to a hospice. His wife gave us the news via a mailing list many of his local friends are on.The last time I saw him was at brunch, Sunday October 22nd, if I am remembering the sequence correctly. He was not looking good even then and he had surgery scheduled for the next Thursday (26th). He was released to a rehab center a week later (Oct. 30th) and there was some hope that he'd get better. But this week on Monday the 13th he was back in ICU. There was not any word for a while and I quietly assumed the worst, because that's my pessimistic nature. I'm not crying much now and I'm okay, expecting the worst blunts the blow when it falls. At least for me.
The doctor says that he doesn't expect him to make Christmas. I expect I'll go see him and try to convey that I love him as a friend, though since he doesn't seem to understand language very well it will have to be all in my expression or something. I've written a letter of sympathy and now it is time I went to bed. I stayed up too late trying to find the right words.
I don't expect the world to be fair, I'm an atheist. So is
armoire_man.