I have a friend.
I get to be healthy, and she is not.
She is far braver than I could ever be. Took crazy risks. Beautiful risks.
She is far more talented than me. In words and pictures.
But I am healthy, and she is not.
I am an independent person, but she is the most independent person I’ve ever known.
And she was always strong, when I was weak.
And yet still, I am healthy, and she has to look at her mortality.
I’m in denial about it. I know I am.
Because there is no justice in it. None.
If I could trade places, I don’t know if I would. But I’d hope that I could.
Because I think if she was healthy, she would live her life better than I live mine.
But she still does things, her way.
And I’m waiting on a miracle.
She deserves a miracle.
Her life deserves a miracle.