sucks

One of my best friends is dying of cervical cancer. It sucks. I feel for her, someone who used to be so lively, now so sick. The health care background in me wants to ask her all kinds of personal questions- do you have a living will? Do you have home health care coming in to help you? Have you looked into Hospice? I feel like I'm sticking in my nose where it doesn't belong. So I bring her lunch. And we watch soap operas. And we talk about my life, not hers.
I hate to talk about my life with her- it's unfair. Do I talk about how great it is to be a mom, and that I want to have another child soon, when that may not be an option for her? Do I talk about the great weather we're having when she doesn't go outside? Or do I tell her I hate my new haircut, when she has lost all of hers to chemo?
It puts things into perspective for me, and it makes my heart hurt, all at the same time.
It sucks. It sucks for her, and it sucks for me. It sucks.