My heart broke. "They probably don't know what it is, James. They'll have to biopsy it once they remove it and then they'll know more."
He pursed his lips in that little half-smile of his and nodded his head in that goofy way he does and didn't say anything. His eyes were so red.
He had an uncle recently die from brain cancer. Oh, how scared he must be.
He once told me all he wants is a woman who will love him. "I'll give her anything she wants," he exclaimed. "I'd marry her, give her babies, buy her a house, buy her a car, take her on vacations...I just want to have a girl who cares about me." In my mind, in that memory, he's so vulnerable, so innocent, so open - scared to death and begging for kindness and companionship and love. I saw that side of him again today, and again, it broke my heart for him.
Again I'm reminded to be thankful for what I've got. Basic, instinctual, foundation-of-life blessings that I overlook and take for granted every fucking day of my existence.
But mostly, I'm reminded that every day I need to be kind to every person I meet, everyone with whom I speak. So many people in this world are so full of hurt and worry and fear and sadness; my goal is to not ever add to that for anyone. I would take it away from them if I could.