A few months ago they all thought it was gone. The doctors. The patient. Her family. A clean bill of health. But back it came. Quickly.
Try though she did, this time it was just too much for her. And she left behind an amazing family. One I was lucky enough to feel a part of, even being invited to Sunday family dinners.
I finally was able to clear the lump that has set up permanent residence in my throat long enough to call my friend. I didn't know what to say. Just knew I had to call.
We talked for a while. She was happy to hear from me. She told me I was one of the few people that understood the bond she had with her mom.
When I walked in the door of my house, my mom was there for our plans for the evening with my sister. She asked why I had tears in my eyes. I told her about my earlier conversation.
She teared up. Sadly she'd never met my friend's mom, although I know they would have been fast friends. I understand she's sad simply because of how much my friend's mom meant to her, and to me. But it seemed to be more than that.
Then I realized, she was about my age when it took her dad. That she knew all too well just how difficult a time my friend was having losing a parent at such an early age. Having to go through the ups and downs of treatment. Trying to explain what was happening to her young kids.
My friend said she was focusing on how lucky she is to have had such a wonderful mom that she lived close to and spent lots of time with. She's right, I do understand. And I feel extremely lucky and a little guilty to have gotten to go to dinner and a play with my mom and sis tonight.
And so I urge you, be thankful for all the family and friends you have in your lives. I know I am. And please keep my friend and her family in your thoughts and prayers.