September is almost gone, already.

Hello, friends and comerades (you know who you are);
I had a few spare moments, while Little Bit is at a football game, so I wanted to write. In the past few weeks I've been having rather uncomfortable discussions with my ex (L.B.'s paternal unit), and they are disturbing. Quite.
It's probably been 6 months ago that the x revealed that he had been diagnosed with 2 serious conditions, one of which is fatal. I think it took Little Bit until last month to get ahold of what it's meant when his dad told him that he was SICK. As an intelligent 12-year-old, the boy's initial reaction was "Idk why he says he's sick. He doesn't have a fever and he's not throwing up." Say it with me: Ignorance is bliss. Yeah.
This evening I txtd the x to inquire about a recent Dr.s visit, and the told me about a procedure they did and will do again in a month. Something about putting bands on the veins in his throat, as a preventative measure, to keep them from rupturing. Sigh. As a person who has been dealing with depression for as many years as I've been aware, this whole turn of events is, well, really bummin' me out. It's not that I will be grieving anything between the x and myself, there's been nothing but animosity there for years. But rather, I can't help but remember how I felt when my Dad died, and feel empathy for my own boys.
I was reminded of a phrase this week that I hadn't heard in a while, but that is SO applicable. "Compassion Fatigue." I've heard it before of course, (in the various courses about Human Services, it tends to come up.) but when a friend said it, it was like a light bulb went off. I KNEW that whenever my friends had too much awfulness going on at the same time, it wore me out and I'd withdraw for a time, to rest. But now I get it completely.
I wonder how often Jesus had compassion fatigue? He was the most compassionate man ever, after all.
Library's closing.   ttfn