Not exactly anger. More like grief, which has a part of anger I guess.
Two days ago I get the news that a friend and musician colleague of mine I've known almost all of my life died of cancer back in my home country, he didn't tell anyone about it. Yesterday I got called by my mother to let me know my aunt may be dying within the next few days. This we had been preparing for, she's had cancer for at least two years now.
And then at night I get the news that a very dear friend of mine is now in Hospice and not expected to last the week. At her appointment in January it looked as if the cancer had gone into remission, but over valentine's day weekend she started feeling very wrong, and on the 14th she sent e-mails to everybody to tell them that the cancer was back, had spread, and that there was nothing left to do but check in at the hospice. I didn't find out until last night because I was dealing with rehearsals.
She's taking it like an angel. People we know in common tell me she's mentally prepared, welcoming everybody who visits her with a smile and eager to reminisce and tell stories and say final goodbyes. I'm glad she's mentally prepared, I'm not. People don't think she'll make it to Thursday, so my boss is letting me leave at 2pm with PTO for the rest of the day so I can go see Zoe one last time in case she doesn't make it to tomorrow.
Fuck this week and fuck this year. Seriously, fuck them hard.