Rough Sailing

I haven't written in awhile. Partly because I've been busy with work and partly because I'm stressed out. But today I'm writing because I'm sad and just wanted to write.

It's been a rough week. I found out Wednesday that a friend's husband had passed away. My friend is in her mid-30s. It doesn't hardly seem fair the hand that life has dealt her. I can only imagine what this week has been like for her. You see, she and her husband were excited to finally be catching a break. Her husband had suffered from kidney disease for several years and after a long, long road of dialysis, a kidney transplant offered the hope of a new life, a new beginning, a chance to finally LIVE. The transplant went well. Things were looking good. People were congratulating them on the hope of their new future. Then, as life would have it, in just a blink of an eye, things took a turn for the worse. He became septic and was on life support and just days passed before he was no longer walking this earth with us. The hope of a new beginning was devastated by the passing of a "gentle giant" of a man. My heart aches for the future that could have been but will never be and tears fall for the pain my friend must be feeling.

Normally, I'm a very sympathetic person. It's typically not difficult for me to put myself into another person's shoes and somewhat experience the pain they are going through but today I had to work and I had a very hard time doing this. I had an 81 year old woman come in to pick up her medication. She made a comment that her husband had been in the hospital and recently passed away at which point I immediately said I was sorry to hear that. But when I told her to have a good day and she grumbled something about there won't be anymore of those I felt like yelling "at least you had a lifetime with her husband. My friend had five years. How is that fair!" Thankfully, I bit my tongue because a lifetime or not, it's painful to lose your best friend but that didn't mean I wasn't on the verge of tears right there in the middle of my pharmacy. Perhaps I should have taken them up on the offer of having the entire weekend off. . .