It's all a thing of the past now. That was a long time ago. Most days I don't think of it. At least not much.
But this time, my friend, Betty, has it. Her prognosis is good. She's going to be fine. But her hair is falling out because of the chemo. She had to quit her job at a preschool because her immune system will be compromised. She cries a lot because she is really suffering from depression. Betty was my neighbor for thirty years. Then I moved away and now this.
I really wish I were there. Not really. I wish she were here. The big problem with that is, with cancer, no matter how many people are around you, you're still alone. I love Betty. I just wish I could make that matter a little more at this point in time.