My friend Marianne has liver cancer. They found out the other day that it is Stage 4. The doctors recommended that she "get her affairs in order." This is bad enough, right? Well, her asshat husband has decided that she is not to be told this. He also is not telling her children (they are her children, not his...they are all adults). I can't get this out of my brain. I am so sad for her...she may not see her next grandchild born. I am furious at Bob. How dare he? Is this the 1950's where we don't tell the little woman because she can't handle it?
I really can't wrap my brain around this.