When I came home from learning the good news about my clear CT scans on Tuesday, there was an email waiting in my inbox bearing the horrible news that a magnificent woman I worked with for several years in dog rescue had suffered a brain aneurysm while driving. It said her doctors didn't expect her to regain consciousness. This morning I received another email announcing that her family has carried out the decision to remove her from life support, and she isn't expected to survive long at all. I haven't heard more.
Earlier this week I had been following reports over at the Well-Dressed Recluse about a close friend of Genni's, a young mother who had just been diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer and was uninsured. My heart immediately went out to her, and I wanted nothing more than to somehow become her guardian angel. But today I read in the news that this same amazing talented beautiful creative woman, along with her husband and five-year-old daughter, is dead. I'm reeling with shock. And oh, Genni Genni Genni, I am so so sorry.
These two devastating tragedies have shaken me to the core. I've been weeping for these women, this man, this little girl and the people who love them all night. And coming right on the heels of my own good news, I'm struggling mightily with the gut-wrenching knowledge that there is absolutely no good reason on earth that I deserved to live and they didn't. This is a very hard thing, and I just can't come to terms with the unfairness of reality right now.
But most of all, I'm feeling so frightened that my precious grandchild is going to be born into such a sad, terrifying, pain-filled, and brutally capricious life. I want to cry out, Please, please, please, Universe, protect this tiny new person!
But obviously the Universe does not concern Itself with protecting good beautiful innocent people.
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