Being dealt the wrong set of cards?

Dear anonymous,

Disclaimer: This is not my story but I feel confident sharing it with you because this story has its own honesty blog. Feel free to check it out after you've read my side. The link will be at the bottom.



My friend Suzi is perfect. She is a stellar human being with the strongest soul and the kindest heart. Yet somehow she has been dealt the worst cards in terms of life. Her mother suffers from a disease called Erdheim-Chester disease. At this point, Suzi has decided to take time off from uni to take care of her mom as the disease is running its course and getting to its worst point. Her mom's death is inevitable. That's what terminal means, after all.

In addition, Suzi's father has bipolar disorder. They don't always get along. When her mom is gone, she'll likely move back in with her father. I'm not entirely sure. What I'm sure of is that it will be hard for her. Suzi's mom is her best friend.

We haven't discussed the situation much. I feel like when we get together, she enjoys the time to get away from it all - the presence of inevitable death, an uncertain future and pain... so much pain. Sometimes we'll cover the topic, most of the time we'll just laugh.

It's hard. Hard for me because I complain. A lot. About friends. About family. About my happiness. About life in general. Hard for my best friend because she has to grow up now when she should be discovering herself in uni and having fun.

I feel selfish. I am selfish. I can say that with certainty. I like to think I am a good person but things like this make me realise how self-involved I am.

Sometimes life deals you a really shitty hand. You take it all as it comes. Suzi is doing her best right now. She's working hard. She's taking care of her mom. She's still being a great best friend to me. She is strong and beautiful and kind and above all, she is good. I can only hope that in the next period of her life I can be there for her. A pillar to hold her up when she needs me most. She deserves to be taken care of when this is all over.

Love,
Michelle

Read Suzi and her mom's story here: Without a Manual