So, I need an outlet to put down my own thought process. Organize my consciousness, that sort of thing. Sometimes we all need to share things that we are dealing with. So here goes.
Almost 16 years ago, I started college. Fall 2000. 19 years old. Sheltered life. On my third day of class, my mother was diagnosed with uteran cancer. They did surgery to save her, but said that her life expectancy was 1-2 years. She survived, only to get meningitis. They thought that would kill her. She beat it too. About 7 years ago, she had a fight against MRSA, and beat that.
In 2010, she was diagnosed with a very slow-moving form of leukemia. The doctors said that she would most likely be in her 90s before it started growing. She had mild fatigue, but nothing too severe.
In january, a routine blood test showed that the cancer was growing. We tried chemotherapy, and she couldn't handle it. Now they are trying an oral medication to help her, which seems to be working for the time being. She just had a blood test yesterday, and there is zero cancer cell growth. So it is stopped in its tracks.
The problem is, I have had a friend, let's call him Steve. Now Steve is unemployed, smokes pot all the time, and lives with his mom. Along with his wife and his kid, who is graduating high school.
He and I got into a fight back in january, because he said that I needed to escape from living at home with my folks. My mom has been physically disabled since 2000. Dad works his hardest, but he is 65 now. I stay there, paying rent, for my own groceries, and doing house work as much as I can to help out. If I moved out, my folks would lose their house, which has been in my mom's family since it was built in 1911. I work full time, and pay all of my own bills.
So, we got into a fight. Then, I reconnected with another friend, let's call him Frank, who I hadn't spoken to since 2013. Frank has a son, almost 5, who I was there in the hospital room right after he was born. Frank and I go way back.
Anyways, Frank's son has a friend who is the same age. This kid has an inoperable brain tumor. Prognosis is not great, but the family is fighting tooth and nail. So every year there is this fundraising thing called St. Baldrick's. You go and get pledges, and then people volunteer to get their heads shaved. I got my head shaved, didn't raise too much money, but I was there to show support.
Now, Frank, my friend I just reconnected with, and Steve, my friend of 3 years, don't get along. At all. Steve knew I was hanging with Frank. But he chose that very day, while I was sitting in a tent ready to shave my head, to inform me that I was no longer his friend for hanging out with Frank.
I explained to him that it was for a good cause and I was trying to help out a family that was going through a sh%t show. But he couldn't let it drop for even one day. The drama could not be escaped.
So now it's been over a month since he spoke to me, and he expects me to feel bad because I refuse to choose between the two friends.
Sorry to be long winded, but I needed to vent. And you guys have some good advice.