I've known her since she was about 13, riding her Welsh pony up and down the dusty streets of our neighborhood, barefoot and bareback. Her mom and I had many things in common and we were best friends. Her mother was a remarkable woman...I envied her. She could drive a truck with a thousand gears, deliver baby goats and Chihuahuas. Another animal lover. We meshed real well.
Now her mother is gone; died of lung cancer quickly. I remember calling her in August when she had a terrible summer cold, and shortly after, she was gone after a brief stay of a couple of days in the hospital. No pain. Lung cancer.
Three or four days ago, I got a call from her daughter, to whom I am very close. She is now 53.
Still has the ponies and the Chihuahuas her mother left her and more. She was the bearer of bad news. Preliminary tests showed that she has bronchial and lung cancer, and an unusual spot on her arm, which has hurt for five weeks. Today she was getting the final diagnosis. it is 3:05 my time, two hours earlier there. My heart is heavy.
Don't smoke.
Both her mother and she smoked many packs a day.
I promised her I would help place her dogs and her ponies. Those are the only things that really matter to her. They are the children she never bore.
Say a prayer for my friend.
I see 3 voicemails on my cell phone.
I don't really want to see who they're from.
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