This is a comment by Joe on the post “Eating Sushi at Stoplights“.
“I’m almost not sure what to say other than that I’ve done that. Thinking about all the times I helped my mom put pants on, or get a cup of water, the only way to describe it (poorly) is a tired kind of grief. An acceptance that the situation is f’d and there isn’t really anything to be done about it.
“Cancer, like life, is a game of inches. We grip and push as hard as we possibly can and in the end the lines are blurred, goalposts indiscernable, and we can only try to measure the character or tone of a person’s life.”
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