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My BFF, a two time Breast Cancer survivor, is coming to visit me in September! I am beyond stoked.
She lives 1500 miles away from me, but we “talk” via text, phone call, FB messages, etc every single day. After all these years – 30, to be exact – we make time for each other in our lives. We see each other as often as possible. The distance means nothing. Well, except that I can’t run barefoot through my side yard to get to her house while the kids nap.
We were chatting today during lunch and she mentioned she has a stomach and liver scan tomorrow. I asked why. She said her liver enzymes have gone from 20 to 200 in a short amount of time.
Can we just go to my world?
- My world where cancer doesn’t exist.
- My world where best friends don’t ever have to suffer.
- My world where everything is rainbows and unicorns and skittles and sunshine.
I NEED her to be in my world.
It is all I can do to not let my brain go to that dark place that tells me my time with her is winding down. I can’t go there!
Not now.
Not ever.
