Years ago while having dinner in the caboose at Pizza Caboose, one of our progeny emphatically stated “it’s not fair!”. A woman dining in an adjacent booth chimed in “I’ve never been to a snot fair” thus minting an enduring family non sequitur.
This week at work the coffee station conversation turned to what is “fair”. I think the brain trust concluded there is no “fair”, in health or life.
A friend at church recently lost a second wife to cancer. Snot fair. Little kids get cancer before they can read. Snot fair. Hard working folks at Intel are laid off because the market changed. Snot fair. A friend recently retired only to learn he has Parkinsons. Snot fair. Why did Butch and Sundance die in a hail of Bolivian lead? Snot fair.
Why do I have cancer? Snot fair.
There are only questions, no answers, this side of heaven anyway.
My fourth chemo treatment went well, less side effects than 2 and 3. Just small mouth sores, cold sensitivity and the tub looks like someone shaved a gorilla. Round number 5 is scheduled for Thursday.
Mark, to the “snot fair” I might also add that sometimes “sh_t happens.” And there is little or nothing we can do about it. I know that’s not comforting . . . it is simply the truth. Just know that Sue and I are here to support you and Judy in whatever way we can.
Mark you are correct .. snot fair.. just remember with all that snot you have a lot of folks praying for you.. keep up your great outlook.. God bless!!:)
When I read Snot Fair I envisioned a celebration with banners and an arcade dedicated to the sticky mucus!
Snot Fair come one come all!