It was overcast this morning and the wind out of the west was cool. We were sitting in the living room drinking coffee and reading when I happened to look out the french doors towards the barn. The Autumn breeze was blowing leaves across the field and it looked like a ticker-tape parade.
We got a call this morning from one of our oldest and dearest friends. She had found a lump last weekend and doctors removed it on Monday. The preliminary indication looked good but she got a call back from the lab on Friday with news that stung. The tears in Jilda's eyes told me more than I wanted to know. After she hung up Jilda managed to say "she's got breast cancer and......." but my mind would not accept any additional information.
I choose to believe that our friend will be fine. But it breaks my heart to think about all that she will have to go through before she can say "I'm a cancer survivor."
I know she will need a great deal of support. Jilda and I have been brain storming all day thinking of things we can do to help. If we can do one thing that gives her comfort or makes her burden a little easier to bear it will have been worth it.
Life 101 ~ From the Heart of Alabama By Rick Watson
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