One of my friends has cancer. The bad cancer, not the easy cancer I had. Here are her words from Facebook last September:
1st appt with oncologist kind of threw me for a loop but I'm still going to fight. The cancer I have is NOT curable and maybe not even controllable but we are going to try like hell to get me a few years, hopefully the 20 yrs I want but thats a pipe dream right now but one I am going to hang onto.
Oh gosh, how haunting they are to read now. She's fighting, she's strong, she wants to live. She's giving it her all. Yesterday, this was her Facebook status:
I miss you. Coming to your facebook page is sort of like going to visit you in a cemetery. But weird in a way, because the words I say to you here are permanent. I'm five years out now Gina, and afraid to go for my yearly mammogram. But then I'm always afraid.
Another one of my friends is very sick gf. I don't remember what kind of cancer she has, but it's the bad kind. She's been in chemo since September. She has to have her second blood transfusion now. Her name is Deb gf. I know you have a direct pipeline to god up there, so can you ask him to give her a miracle? Or even just a few years she can enjoy life?
She was another friend like you, who unselfishly held me in spirit and prayer while I was fighting the big C. She also prayed me through 2 knee replacements and back surgery. I am just trying to repay the favor. Oh gosh gf, I miss you so much. I wish you could answer me. I need you.
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