I FOUND OUT FROM A TEXT AN HOUR AFTER WE GOT THERE.
And I told Jess, albeit VERY indirectly that night, who apparently went through the same cancer. I wasn’t asking her about the procedure for my own health, I was asking because it was about to be my reality. By then I was already trashed.
Don’t care and be pissed, I couldn’t care less about you anymore. I was there to talk to when you were going through shit in your life and you know how hard it gets. Glad to know you were willing to return the favor.
My real friends were there for me when I got home.