wombat
Thanks for the reality check, Trapper. Yes, there are worse things. I sat at the bedside of my dying friend 3 years ago. She had cancer, melanoma that moved into her lymph. She chose wrongly as far as her treatment went, she went allopath. It was funny, she'd vary between
juicing a lot and drinking the
Essiac I sent her to binging on
Sugar and, oh yeah, going for her chemo(actually, interferon, they were experimenting on her). Experiment deemed a failure as she died. I sat at her bedside, by then her hair had grown back..she looked beautiful. I told her that & her skin looked beautiful as well. She cracked "yeah, figures I'd have to DIE to get nice skin"...she was always prone to acne. I looked at her thin figure with distended belly(by then her liver had shut down, she had cancer there as well & it was in her bones too). I watched the greenish yellowish death light move through her being and she said "I don't want to die, there are things I want to do" ... she started crying. I am crying as I write this. It broke my heart to sit at the bedside of my dying friend knowing that she had not made peace with her death, that she was crying for her lost life.
And why the F%$K SHOULD she be at peace with the idea of her death? SHE WAS ONLY 31!!!!!