My aunt hasn’t woken up since the last day we talked to her. This is all happening way too fucking fast. She called us to tell us that the mass was cancerous, and that was it. No more calls, no going out to visit her, no goodbyes. I suppose i’m still holding out some hope for her to wake up, but I think only for my own comfort. I know in my heart that it’s over, but it’s so hard to deal with whats going on when she’s just lying there unconscious. It’s almost as if we’re waiting for her to die, and it’s the most awful feeling. I can’t grieve because she’s still holding on, but there’s basically no chance of any recovery. I just don’t know what to do with that. More importantly, I can’t imagine what her family is going through. They have to sit there day after day watching her sleep, just waiting for her to pass on. I just don’t understand how this could all be happening so fast. She had a pain in her back three months ago, and now she’s about to die. What the fuck is that. As a psychologist, a philosopher, and a casual theologian, I can’t find any possible reason for things to come to an end for her like this. She spent her whole life passionately striving to make the world a better place, and in a heartbeat everything is taken away from her and her family. It’s fucked up. That’s all I have to say