One of my good friends might have cancer of ovaries. I don't know what that would mean for her, but I hope that it's just a scare and that nothing is wrong. I just hope that we are all immortal and that things like this will never ever happen. I want it to be this way because the look in her eyes was that of unutterable horror. I can't say that I know what she's going through, but I can only tell her to not count the possibility that nothing is wrong. Science has been wrong before.
I've read a story by Ms. O'Connor. She's well known for her short strange stories. But what I read just made me think of mortality of people. We always expect to come back, but what if we don't? What if when I go to Ukraine I will never see the living day light? That possibility is as alive and beating anything else of this world. I wonder why we think of ourselves as invincible. Because in the end, we are like the gentle petals of a cheery bloosom, so easy to be blown away with another gust of spring wind.
Howl, two days ago.