About an hour ago, the TLC Foundation (a London charity that helps children with cancer and their families) added a very sad post and photograph of a wonderful young girl who may not likely survive the next few days. Like many children with cancer she should have been treated successfully, gone into remission, and survived this disease, even at considerable cost. But instead she will die... How fair is that?
And the guilt sets in, and fills me, and it makes me angry. Why? Why did Rudi have such an event free course of treatment? He fevered twice in three years, was hardly sick, and spent a couple of weeks in the hospital while his appendix decided whether or not it wanted to be surgically removed. That was it. And then there are kids who have the most miserable experiences during treatment where nothing seems to go well, and then they relapse, and sometimes they die.
I have always maintained that there are no guarantees that life will be fair, however that should really only apply to less important things, such as whether your baseball team wins the championship, or whether you get accepted to your first choice of university, or whether you end up buying a lemon for a first car. Not about who gets to live, and who does not. Fuck this disease.