No, this is not about prognosis. It’s just the weather forecast.
I awoke to the sound of thunder, and checking the weather, I see that the monsoon appears to have arrived.
The phone rang.
I talked on the phone with my sister. My sister has been sitting vigil with her best friend, who has cancer, of all things. Yes, cancer. Her friend had exhausted all treatment options and has been in what they call end-of-life palliative care. And I swear what follows is true, because it sounds like a scene in a novel.
I was talking to my sister, about this and that, serious things – what I would do if scenario x, scenario y – the complicated aspects of undergoing major surgery as a foreigner in Korea, how would power-of-attorney work, who advocates for me, etc. These are difficult things.
And then my sister said, “OK. Jared. I love you, but I have to go. My friend just died.”