I found out a while ago that someone I like was diagnosed with a chronic disease last autumn. I didn't ask the specific name of the illness out of sensitivity and because of my policy of it's-none-of-my-business-she'll-tell-me-if-she-wants-me-to-know. Now it just keeps worrying me. The fear of unknown is worse than knowing all the details, no matter how icky. And I really so care of this woman and it makes me sad not being able to help her in any way. I wish I could at least say something to comfort her, maybe. I wish I knew what is the monster she has to fight for the rest of her life; all I've been able to do has been to go through different medical sites of all the diseases matching her discreption. I wish I knew... I wish I could do something.
I feel so helpless. At this very moment I wish I could be committed to some kind of a religious movement, to have someone(s) to pray for guidance and to have a way to send lots of positive energy (or something similar...) to her. She needs all the strenght I or anyone else can give her. Except for the idiot male who is utterly, throroughly and completely incapable of seeing that she deserves better than him, a guy who made her autumn even worse.
I'm so worried about her.
