I thought that not knowing
was the worst thing,
because I thought that when we knew what it was,
they could fix it.
Then I found out that knowing,
knowing that it is unfixable,
having an expiration date,
is worse.
Seeing your loved one in pain
and not being able to fix it,
knowing that nothing that you do can really help them feel better,
and nothing will make them be better
because it is uncurable
fatal
perhaps sooner
perhaps later.
It sucks.
Seeing that so many other people are also stuggling,
suffering,
with the same or similar things,
makes the world a sadder place.