This year I've really come to understand what "Life's just not fair" means. Three months ago I lost a good friend to breast cancer. She was 26. From the day we found out she was diagnosed to the time she became an angel, was less than a month. She had stage four breast cancer by the time she found out, and from the chemo/radiation, she acquired lung cancer, brain cancer, liver failure, and eventually she succumbed to a diease I'm all too familair with. And you know what? It sucked.
I met Gen in college. She played basketball and I ran track and as at many colleges, we kenw each other through the sports connection. You become this weird family where you may not all be really close, but you are because you get it. I was two years ahead of Gen and when I graduated and came back to work in the Athletic department, I hired her as an intern. When she graduated and moved on, we kept in touch, not as much as we'd talked before, but we still talked. The day I was told about her condition, I didn't know what to do. I'm what you would call the WORST at emotions. I don't do well with expressing them and really I don't want to talk about them. Ever. My immediate reaction is action. I want to help, I want to be in control, and I want to fix everything. Unfortunately, I can't fix cancer.