Sickness sucks

I am surrounded by sick people, it seems, and it really makes me sad.

Not cold and flu sick -- although my officemate was coughing more than me today -- things no one likes to talk about: masses and ruptures and failures and lesions.

I'm confident God did nothing to cause any of these. And while I suppose good may come with a disease, I am sure it is despite the disease. God doesn't people to be sick. But ...

I still don't get why God doesn't do more to help people who are sick or prevent illness altogether (just spitballing here).

Illness in others about kills me. I can't do anything. And I hate that more. And most of me wants to remain healthy (except for the massive disease I already have), but a small part of me wishes I was sick and others weren't. As I have said I don't want to be sick, but I think I could handle it better. I also have no one depending on me. Others do.

So until God wakes the f up and gets rid of disease, I guess I'll just be sad.