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What are friends for?


When I was originally diagnosed my first thought was that I was too busy, no time for this nonsense.  My second thought was about telling my parents.  I will never forget the look on my father’s face as I presented him with the news.  He was devastated.  Here was something he, as my father, could not fix. Both of my parents are gone now but they helped to set the foundation for how I deal with this disease. It was and is difficult, but my family is incredible.  They do not hover but will come when I need them, they offer support without stifling me.  They allow me to make my mistakes. They allow me to live.  I will be forever grateful that I am surrounded by such wonderful people.  As for my friends?  Once again I am blessed.

In the early stages of this disease my supposed friends scattered, never to be heard from again.  The friends I have now are true friends.  One woman in particular.   She lets me cry when I need to, rant when I need to and will share a bottle of wine when necessary, or even just wanted.  She cared for my cats when I was forced to spend three months in hospital.  She didn’t just feed them and clean their litter, she got down on the floor and played with them. And she is allergic to cats!  When Ally needed comforting she was there.  When Quinn needed to have his belly rubbed (it’s a boy thing) she was there.  She has seen me at my worst and she still likes me!  She is my friend and I love her.

Friendship is so important.  I know that there are a great many people out there I could call on and they would come.  I have a friend, a man, and he has told me several times that I am to call if I need him.   He lives an hour away but I know he would come.  My friends at the office will help me if I contact them even though I have been gone for more than 12 years!.  I trust them implicitly.  It is a wonderful feeling.

I am the person I am today because of my family and my friend and I like who I have become. The journey that I am on is not entirely of my making.  However, how I deal with my lot in life is my choice, my decision. I choose to enjoy, to smile, to relish my life. I will not give in or give up. I will give this life a run for it’s money! Ye-haw!!