When I was younger, I probably would have spent a lot of time pondering the “why me?” question and upsetting myself with the possible answers. The problem of “why bad things happen to good people” was one of the most stubborn theological questions that plagued me as a kid.
It really doesn’t bother me at all these days, though, which is comforting. The answer couldn’t be simpler. As my sister put it (hilariously, I thought) “Well, it looks like you lost the cosmic lottery on this one”. Indeed.
This sort of thing happens to a lot of people. Tumors are extremely common, cancerous and otherwise, and pretty much everyone has the misfortune of running into health issues sooner or later in life. It sucks, but given the complexity of human anatomy, it’s really amazing that everything works well as often as it generally does.
So the “why me” question feels pointless. I’m much more interested in “what now?”. Of course, only time will answer that one. I suspect the answer in the short term is “too much naughty food” and in the long term: “lots of sleep”.