There’s no problem that friends cannot confront, combat, plot against, ignore, make fun of, drown in chocolate sauce or run over with the car.
Years ago I had a cancer therapist who warned me of friends who would be there for me; then one day, poof, they might be gone. Not my friends! I wanted to scream. However, that sad little saying might just be true.
My gang of pals has come, gone, shifted, evolved, changed and some friends, SW says, “Have turned into comets.” Here today, gone the next and may not be seen for another 75 years! I do what I am able to reach out. It is not easy for me to do this with 8-years of NSCLC and treatment under my belt. Usually a micro-sized text message can be sent and received, but a reply back with an endless supply of questions is too much for this gal to process. Keep things short and sweet, please.
Those of you who have joined my posse or who are still here…
You are EFFIN AWESOME!!!
