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Today, I have to look at mortality again. About this time last year, I was sitting in the living room of an old high school friend. She was in tears, and I was doing my best to not fill her up with the empty positive things people say when they don't know what to say. I had just ran the electric clippers over her head. The hair was now falling out in clumps. The only thing worse than the shaved head was a head that looked like mange. She swore she would not be able to leave the house.
When we were in high school, she was a cheerleader. Make up was always a big thing for her. I don't think I ever saw her without it. We were unlikely friends. My assumption of her was that she was a prude. It wasn't until a party, where I ended up holding her hair while she puked, that we became friends. I would end up holding her hair back again, but not from alcohol. Radiation was very rough on her, and it was difficult for her to keep anything down.
I got the news today that she passed. Cancer is such a mother fucker. Grab everything you can, right now. Feel the rush that life offers. It can all be gone in an instant, or it could be on some twisted installment plan. Just live.
