Sunday, September 7, 2014
Five years ago, I basically had no problem whatsoever with aging. Life was pretty snappy and everyone in my life was swimming along pretty well. But now... five years later??
Oh man... I am just so sick... no pun intended... of people I know who are... what else? SICK. And I mean, REALLY sick. From like out of the freakin' blue, boom. They are being told uh... sorry, you've got but months to live. WHAT?? WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? WHO THE HELL SAID? WHY? WHAT'S GOING ON? Some people in fact, have alREADY kicked the bucket. It's crazy.
THANK GOD that so far I've received no such news. I've not been diagnosed with any major diseases. Instead... I get CONDITIONS. Now, how the hell long THAT will last I have no clue, but I do know I'm not going through any major treatments to give me what? Another miserable eight months? Because trust me... the treatments just want to make you WISH you were dead.
Anyway... the older I'm becoming , the more shocking it is for me to hear of those around me becoming sick. Just last week for instance, a friend of mine was told, after six months of having been to doctors to find out why she's feeling so rotten: Guess what. You've got stage four cancer and have like 30 days to live! Don't ask.
Which is why it was even MORE shocking to me last week to learn of the death of Joan Rivers. Thankfully SHE HAD NO illness or disease. She was happy as a little lark, dining out, doing book tours, selling her clothing line on QVC, doing FASHION POLICE, performing on stage, etc. etc. This woman expended more energy in a month than I do in a year. Joan was in perfect health.
AND THEN?? Whammo out of nowhere, a simple endoscopy leaves her dead. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? I mean... how Melissa is dealing with all this, I'll never know. I don't even KNOW Joan Rivers and I'm heartsick over her death. THIS DIDN'T HAVE TO HAPPEN! Somebody fucked up but GOOD and you can bet your sweet ass I'm going to follow the medical trail here to learn as much as they tell us about what the hell happened. There was just no way Joan was ready to check out. SOMEONE at that CLINIC checked her out. And I'm plenty pissed about it, too.
Granted.... Joan was 81 years old. But I know PLENTY of 80 year olds who are doing just fine, still driving, and getting reasonably good health reports. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Men can't get it up like they did 20 years ago. And women need panty liners and like to be home by maybe nine in the evening. But still... life is still pretty damn good. Very much like Joan's life was. All I know is that her death was just soooo unnecessary. Well... according to the Linda School of Procedures, anyway.
Joan Rivers' funeral is today and I can only imagine the sadness that will fill the synagogue. Losing someone is always a very sad occasion. Losing someone whose time not yet arrived however, is criminal. And in my book... Joan's death was a tragic crime.