Someone I know is fighting a hard battle. It is a terrible battle indeed. She doesn't talk about it at all, which is unfortunate. There are so many of us who would be willing -- honored, even -- to listen, to support, to hug. But perhaps the pain is too great at present to be shared. It comes out, though, in behavior, in actions, in attitude. And sometimes it is difficult not to take it personally. Sometimes it is not pleasant to be in her company.
I need to remind myself that she is fighting a hard battle, a harder battle than any I've fought. And I must be kind.