Last night I talked to an old friend who lived across the street from me for 22 years. When we first met neither of us thought we would ever be close friends. So don't put too much stock in first impressions! Time flew by and she moved away.
Last night Cindy she told me she has Lymphoma B. Whatever it is, I know it is evil and shouldn't be anywhere near my friend.
Last time we walked wasn't fun because we knew it was our last daily 2 mile walk. We tried to act normal but it just wasn't normal. We talked about their going away party at my house and all that she still had to do before the truck came. We talked about how I would visit her and how she would visit me. And we have done that. But not enough. I will go soon. She lives at the beach.
Cindy will get well so the news is not all bad. It just interrupts her new absolutely wonderful life with her new "most perfect man in the world". In 6 months she will be better and all this will just be another story. Man do we have the stories.
Cindy 'grew me up' and toughened me up. She was a street smart, independent gal from New York and California. I was a sweet girl from down South probably wearing pink. Opposites...but not really. She taught me to be strong, to say what I needed to say, that crying isn't the answer to everything but strong actions are. She taught me that men need a list...and that they need praise and appreciation....for everything.
I taught Cindy about family and how the South does family.
Cindy and I learned to play tennis together. She still plays. We were partners for many seasons and were never accused of standing still. Both of us were demons at the net back then. So fun. We learned how to be competitive, hard for 'girls' our age back then, especially when we were competing and scheming how to beat our friends.
Last time I saw Cindy she took me to her favorite beach and we watched the sun set. We'll do that again when I visit her next and celebrate her wellness with laughter and hugs. And she will, no doubt, make chocolate chip cookies for the occasion.
Be well, my friend.