One of my oldest friends has been informed that her breast cancer is back and now in her bones and lymph nodes. It’s not an immediate death sentence and she’s one hell of a fighter but it’s definitely not good news.
She has four children younger than 12, three of them daughters.
She is 41, four days younger than me.
We have been friends since we were 14.
We met on a 2-week canoe trip and went on a 6-week canoe trip and worked at a YM/YWCA camp for years. I can’t explain it to those who have never been on wilderness trips like that but those canoe trips cement friendships for life. Even if you don’t see each other for long periods of time… it doesn’t matter. We’re sisters.
I’ve been busting into heaves and sobs on and off since I found out yesterday. Cancer looked at two women the same age and chose to afflict the one with four babies but not the one with five pets? It’s just so messed up.
So I fell asleep all stuffed up and puffy-faced and sad and wouldn’t you know who rescued me?
Love rescued me
Came forth and spoke to me
Raised me up and didn’t let me fall…
U2. My favourite band of all time visited me in my dreams and gave the concert of their life to 37 fortunate fans in an old run down curling rink in Calgary complete with a canteen, and at one point, someone walked in with a box of Tim Horton’s doughnuts.
It doesn’t get much better or more Canadian than that people! I woke up laughing.