Good hearts

I've been happy to see that my friend is blessed with so many friends who love and care about her.  We opened a community on Lotsa Helping Hands. We have 42 people signed up so far to help with various needs she has.

I have these thoughts of things I'd like to do for her.  Someone volunteered to take on the t-shirt project.   This is a relief to me!  She has contacts, she knows people. I was going to have to rely on the hope that I'd pick the right place, because I just don't have anyone in the t-shirt realm to call on.

We have a raffle in the planning stages and people have been stepping up and donating some great prizes.   There are several more things in the works.  We already have a great prize package due to the generosity of kindhearted people.

Thank you everyone, you know who you are.

Typical? Not really.

My day today was a typical day. I was running a little behind, but I don't have to punch a clock, and I'm never really "off". Work is a phone call away.

Even though the mechanics of the day are the same, I seem to be running on some high energy level. I think it was awareness. Awareness that my typical day is so unlike the day my very dear friend is having.

It's her first round of chemo. It's 8 years to the day when she was first diagnosed with breast cancer. It's back, chemo is back, fighting for her life again. I look at the clock, wondering if they've started the infusion yet, and if so, how much longer she has left to go today.

I wonder how she's doing. I get interrupted, again. Typical. My thoughts are diverted, but only for a short time. My mind instantly wanders back to my friend.

My work day is over, but my thoughts and my prayers are with my friend. I am hoping she is getting some rest after a grueling day.

Thinking of you my friend.

From the sidelines

One of my best friends is battling breast cancer - again!  It's not fair, she's 38, she's in fantastic shape.  She's one of the most determined people I know.  Her resolve is strong.

Human emotions were given to us by God. We experience them, it's part of being human.  Let me tell you, the emotions have been assaulting me, and I can't even begin to imagine what she's feeling.  I see her struggle, her fear, her anger, her tenacity, her humor,  and best of all, I see her faith, and her joy in knowing that she belongs to God.  It's a crazy mix.  We cry together, we get mad together, we have even started laughing together again.  "Get out of my way, I've got cancer."  "Can I use your phone? Cancer's not contagious." all said with her trademark style.  She has kept me laughing for the 13+ years I've known her.  She helps me get through the day.  I only hope I can do as much for her.  I know I'm going to give it my best shot.

She has an indomitable spirit.

8 years ago, I just didn't have a grasp on everything she was going through.  When chemo was done, surgery was done, radiation was done and her hair started growing back - she'd beaten it.  She survived!  And we all breathed a sigh of relief.  It wasn't over for her though, she was trapped in the emotions that accompany the disease.  The emotions we couldn't recognize because we didn't truly understand.  We were all safe in our cocoon of naivete.

I don't claim to understand them this time around, but I do know that I won't be so naive when she completes each stage.  I am in for the long haul.  And, I'm just bossy enough to make sure others who care about her are too.

I'm lucky to have support as I'm dealing with my emotions, my mom has cried with me on the phone and talked with me about God and healing.  Chris has talked through my emotions with me, and just hugged me and held me.  I hate cancer and it's cruelty.   I have friends who I've vented to, who care and listen to me, and are jumping in with both feet to help.

Thank goodness for the distractions of our day to day life, you just can't make up this stuff. 

Other than my prayer for the restoration of her health, I pray that God guides me in how to be what she needs me to be.

Game plan

Now we have the game plan.

Now it starts.

I can't do the hard part.

I wish she didn't have to experience it - again.

September 16th - she's ready, she's coming out swinging. 

Ok cancer, game ON!