My friend Mary is a new friend. She was about three months ahead of me in treatment. She is an invaluable support system, having already been through treatment. She finished chemo at the end of November shortly after I had begun it. She is a tremendous encouragement to me, and she is the first one I call when I have questions.
The tables have turned. Mary found a lump. Three months after her final radation, Mary has cancer again. It is my turn to be the support system. I fumbled around for words. Her voice got shakey a few times. Mine did too. She said that she couldn't do it again, and I told her yes, that she could. By the time I hung up the phone, I was shaken to the very core of my being. I dragged out my files and read my 'onc' report over again, looking for reassurance, looking for differences between our two cancers, looking for signs that this could not happen to me. There were none. It was a sleepless night as I prayed for my friend. By the time Mary called this morning, she was bucking up for the fight of her life. By the time that Mary called this morning, I was bucking up to support my friend.