“Damn it – they didn’t get the memo!” my best friend says to me on the phone last night. Perhaps it’s the lingering effects of the anesthesia or that I really am on the brink, but I find this inexplicably hilarious.
As I laugh through my tears, I know exactly what she means by this cryptic phrase. And, it has nothing to do with business. THEY in this case is God, a Higher Power, the Fates and the Furies, whatever puppet-master is pulling the strings. The Memo to which she refers states something to the effect of –
“We’re not ready for more bad news..”
or longer version –
But, of course, life doesn’t work that way. Now, I am not looking for a pity-party. And I’m not asking, “Why Me?”
As my ever-quotable BFF would say, “Why Not Me?”
I know bad things happen to good people and each of us carries our share of crappy things.
I can try to take the birds-eye view my sister offered a few months ago,
“Well, Daddy died in 2000. Katrina happened in 2005. And, Mom died in 2010.”
“Hot damn,” I say, “you mean I get 5 years (before the next big, bad thing..)”
Of course not.
So even though I’m still working through my grief of losing my Mom unexpectedly in June. And walking side by side with my very best friend in the world since the 3rd grade, who lost her Mom three years ago and her Dad last December..
And even though another friend tells me, I’ve earned the FREE – GET TO BE CRAZY for a year – card, but I promise you grief is no fun-house (see Deven’s post – Writing the Impossible)..
I’ve still got to absorb this latest bit..
The polyp he found yesterday in my colon was too large to be removed during the colonoscopy and will require surgery. The nice, cute, earnest doctor called back today, and oh by the way, it’s Cancer.
I call her back today, “Get to work on that memo...”