Shellshocked

I found out today that one of my old friends, a very dear friend in her time, has been diagnosed with a rare form of peritoneal cancer. There's no definite news, but the word from the friend that told me is that the prognosis won't be good. I can't quite get to grips with it in my head. My friend R was as close to me as my Mum in many ways back when I was in the JW's. When I left it was her I missed the most, and when she sees me she still talks to me, even though by her faith's dictation she shouldn't. So I can't even get in touch to offer my love and support. But I offer it in my heart. And I really, really hope that whatever positivity and longevity can come from this, does. We really do need to remember to live every day as if it were our last. You just never know when it's gonna be your turn. And I don't mean that in a maudlin sense, but in a very realistic matter-of-fact kind of way. I spend so much time fretting about my future. I think it's time to get life into perspective and take each day as it comes.