Well, just a couple of days after camping out at death's door, Hurricane Mikey is posting again. Is that un-freakin-believable or what? Thank you, God, and while I have your attention, please let me never include the phrase "I'm supposed to get the chest tubes out today" in any of my blog posts. Yikes.
I spent the majority of last weekend worrying about my friends. On top of Mikey's emergency, I learned that one of my girlfriends from my writers group out here in Las Vegas has breast cancer. I've been wondering if something was up from her Facebook postings and her friends' comments, and then when I saw a photo of her kissing her husband's shaved head, I thought the worst and shot her an email. When she replied confirming my suspicions, I burst into tears. She's one of the nicest people on earth--one of those clean-living earth mothers who does her part in working toward a compassionate world. I still can't believe it.
I sat next to her last night at the Henderson Writers Group meeting. Her long blond hair is now cut short and she went dark, maybe to accentuate the change. "Your hair is still thicker than mine," I whispered, and got a good church laugh out of her. Her face is beautiful and healthy looking, and if you didn't know, you'd never suspect she was sick.
I posted a rant about cancer just before Beautiful Aunt Joyce died, and I still mean every word of it. I had just said to Mike when I arrived a week ago Saturday that the wife of one of our friends has cancer and I am so fucking sick of getting news that someone else I know is undergoing radiation or chemo. And now this.
Mike said something like, "Jeez, Linda, it's dangerous to be your friend," but the reality is, when you're blessed with many, many friends, you simply have more people to worry about. But Mikey's on the mend, and my writer girlfriend will come through this, too. I just know.
The universe unfolds in divine order--how many times have you heard me spout that one off? I still believe it, though sometimes it's harder than others.