The world doesn’t stop spinning so you can vomit or get you PET Scan or chemo infusion…
You still need to pay your bills, get groceries, take out the garbage, wash the dishes, file your taxes, fix a flat tire, replace that leaky faucet, and get a root canal, to name but a few.
You’re already at the end of your rope with cancer–exhausted, emaciated, emasculated–when your house key snaps off in the dark and bitter cold.
F&ck.