I'm The Asshole

I've been mildly anxious most of the past two weeks as I've been dealing with selling a boat and buying a new one.  The past two days I've been laid low with a cold and spent some time rueing that as well.  And the whole while I've known that a dear friend has lung cancer and had a surgery scheduled for this morning, a surgery during which doctors could discover that the cancer was more aggressive than they knew, that removing the lung would not suffice and that, well, let's not even think about the rest yet. About an hour ago I got the bad news that this cancer is aggressive. I don't know what that means exactly, but my imagination is certainly running wild. I know it sucks. And I feel like I suck, too, for wallowing around like a goddamned asshole over my dumb little "problems."