Sunday, August 9, 2015

You grow up...

... and it's your birthday.

And one of your dearest friends is missing.
And you find out she's sick.
And then you ask what's going on.
And someone tells you she's not well.
And you talk to your friend, the Doctor.
And he's brutally honest, but it's that's what you asked for.
And then you call her.
And you hear the words: transplant, bone marrow...
And all you can say is something stupid like: Be honest, you're getting a lipo AND boobs!
And she laughs.

And then... then what?

She starts treatment tomorrow.

Life... huh?

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