BFF

Everyone has one, the one person (besides your husband or wife) in the world that gets you. I mean really gets you in a way that no one else ever will. You know, the one that you have absolutely no problem telling anything, even you deepest darkest secrets or vulnerability. The one that you call and say, "I need a bitch check" when you have had a bad day at work or are in a fight with your husband. When you need someone to give you the whole truth and nothing but the truth no matter what. That one that says, yeah you are over reacting, or you are being ridiculous, even when you want them to be on your side of whatever the issue might be. The one that told her mom that wine coolers didn't have wine in them and she believed her and bought them for us. Or the one that helped you push her mom's car out of the driveway and down the street a bit, so that so we didn't get caught taking her car and going out. The one that you had Olan Mills pictures taken with in the 90's. The one that would rather have you in the delivery room while she gives birth than anyone else in the world. The one that loves your family like they are hers and would do anything for any of us at the drop of a hat. That one for me is Trish, and has been for the last 20 something years. We met on Hollybluff when I was in the 4th grade, she was riding this ultra cool 3 speed bike, I was the new kid on the block. The rest is history.

Yesterday, we got unexpected news that Trish has bladder cancer. Yes, you read it right, cancer. 34 years old with cancer. I don't know how that is even possible but its real. So real that they operated today to remove it, so real that she will be doing chemo soon. Not the lose your hair, nauseous kind of chemo that knocks you on your butt, localized chemo, directly into the bladder. Surgery went well today, they confirmed that its the best case as far as the type, its only in the lining and not in the muscle and not metastasized, however they couldn't get it all today. So, they have to go back in tomorrow. There's lots. When Trish got the news yesterday, her Dr told her it was lots, so this is not a shock. We were prepared for lots, what we weren't prepared for was not getting it all. Anyway, Trish is fine, she is very upbeat and optimistic, and was in no pain when I left the hospital an hour ago. She is strong, and determined, and I know that this will end up ok. Her dad was planning to give her the rundown once she got out of surgery, and I was going to run home and help with the evening routine before going back up to the hospital. So much for that, the recovery nurse called me on the cell, and of course, I had to be the one to tell her how much they found, and that she had to stay overnight and have surgery again.

My point is, even the best laid plans don't always work out. Please say a prayer with me tonight, that all the cancer can be removed tomorrow and that Trish recovers quickly. I don't know what I would do without this girl.

P.S. I am surviving - while I say my prayer for Trish tonight, I will be letting Him know that I think I have had enough to deal with for this month, year, decade. I know I will not be given more than I can handle, but really? Sickness, travel, death, more sickness, cancer. I am all done with January.