And then this evening, I find out that a distant acquaintance on the West Coast, a lovely girl who co-owns a salon with her sister, has an aggressive form of brain cancer. The kind that can outwit the best oncologists and treatments out there.
If I thought that losing my mom to lung cancer six years ago would permanently eliminate pity parties from my own life, I was wrong -- see the first paragraph -- but now the news about RP has me shaken to the core.
Live your life right now. Quit holding your breath, people. Be good to everyone you meet -- it's a mitzvah.