This is a horrible thing to say and I am aware, but let me explain...
In 2009, my family lost our best friend to breast cancer. Eight years on, it hurts just as much.
She was out guardian angel. She was the glue that kept this family together. She was like my second mother because growing up, mine was either in prison, or out getting drunk.
When I hear the news that someone has beaten this horrible disease, yes I'm delighted for them, but I can't help but feel spite because someone I was close to, didn't survive.
I found myself thinking things like, why couldn't it have been someone else? I take it back instantly and think no, it shouldn't have been anyone
I can't help if and I feel horrible about it. Maybe it's because who I lost was such a strong woman, physically & emotionally.
Can anyone relate?
Thank you..