Life as a Science

It's such a helpless feeling when a friend is in chaos. When a friend's life is being fed into the woodchipper by forces well beyond his control. When a few cells get overzealous and start to divide too quickly, and in their fury slip up and make mistakes and create a pulsating monster -- this is chaos. And what can I do? So little. I can answer the phone, stumble over my words as I desperately search for the phrase to describe my ache to comfort. I can hold a hand, wishing desperately for strength to pass through the grip, fearing instead that little will be transferred except for perspiration. I can make dinner, I can give hugs, I can write on a card.

But none of this changes the fact of the chaos. None of it changes the reality.

It's such a helpless feeling.
posted by sordaria @ 8:47 AM