So I had a pretty harsh reality check this weekend.  I wasn’t going to blog about it… but to avoid it would be wrong.

Pudding called me Saturday while I was in France.  One of her friends, her SO‘s best friend, K (the blonde on the right) was in an Intensive Care Unit.  She needed directions.  Of course I asked what had happened, because contrary to popular belief I’m not entirely a cold-hearted bastard.

The short version is K‘s mom took her to the hospital Thursday for a persistent headache.  It turns out that she had a tumor that was entwining with her spine.  Needless to say they performed emergency surgery.  Unfortunately, the surgery led to a lot of internal bleeding… and once it stopped there was swelling to her brain.  So Saturday K was in a medically induced coma.  I gave Pudding the directions she needed, which was all that I could do.

She called me Sunday to tell me that the outcome was not good.  K‘s family had decided to have her harvested for organs, and life support was ceased.

While it may seem quick and sudden… I can’t help but think about the agonizing pain that K‘s mom went through.  Worse yet… the decision she had to make was in no way heart breaking… it was heart shattering.  Of that, I can assure you.

I never had to make that kind of decision.  I don’t think I could make that decision.  It’s not one I’d ever want to have to make.

In the end… what can you say?  I know from personal experience there really are no words.  It does remind you though of the fragility of it all.

You just never know what awaits you around that next bend…