I had breakfast with an old friend this morning whom I've not seen in a year, partly because I missed finding her around when I visited Thermopolis, and partly because I just didn't want to deal with her. She lost her significant other to a brain tumor early last year after nursing him for about 8 months. Within 6 months she was taking care of another mutual friend who took about 9 months to die from cancer that had metastasized to her brain in 3 years post-mastectomy.
She is a very judgmental person, who I've come to see more and more as like my ex-wife. She made sure she put me in my place within 15 minutes of our meeting. Now this is not malicious, as far as I can tell just afterburn from her pain of loosing two loved ones within such a short time of each other, and her complete lack of tact. Kind of like a little girl who points at a fat lady, and says at the top of her lungs, "look, she's fat".
I still care for her, but once a year is about right. I helped her purchase a bed that will nurture her in restoring from fibromyalgia. We spent an enjoyable 2 hours, and now I'm free.