These past weeks have been a blur of emotions. A close friend has been diagnosed with breast cancer. I am panicked. She is panicked. Its hard to look her in the eye and not think that her days on this earth have been shortened substantially.
Dear God, I promise to be a better person if you just let her live.
But our lives still go on. I go to work, she goes to work. I meet with friends, she meets with friends. We clean and cook and discipline our teens and talk on the phone and take out the recycling and try not to think too far ahead.
Not past the surgery date which we hope and pray will be the end of her cancer.
I can't help but worry about her kids. I hope they don't have to live their lives without her.