If I Could

I hate illness. I hate seeing leukemia suck the energy, and sometimes vigor, out of my long-time friend. I hate watching dementia turn my beloved grandmother into someone I can hardly communicate with. I hate it so much. I feel so incredibly helpless. I'm reminded that life is out of my hands; no matter how well I take care of myself, I'm guaranteed nothing physical. I'm humbled at the realization of how small my problems are, and how large I make them seem. It hurts to see people I love so much going through this. I wish, more than anything, I could take it all away.