Ever have a day when you've recieved so much bad news that you can feel it physically? Today was one of those days, I feel like someone was pounding on me with big sticks.
One of my dearest and oldest friends, Christina, gave me the wretched news today that her father has cancer and only has days to live. Her dad is one of the good guys. I don't know how many times I asked to be adopted into their family, because they are the textbook perfect family. The 4 of them (Christina, her sister, mom & dad) are ridicously close, ridicously beautiful people, and hands down the most loving, caring, sweet, wonderful people you will ever meet. This family does not know the meaning of the word "stranger" within moments of meeting them, you are a friend. My heart is breaking for them. This world will be a much poorer place when Gil is gone. But leave it to them to manage to be uplifting in the time of darkest sorrow... he said that he had no regrets. I can only hope that on my death bed I can look back and say "no regrets".
That was punch number 1
Punch number 2 took place this evening when we got a phone call from yet another friend informing us that his wife has breast cancer. It's a very aggressive form of B.C. , she's starting treatment right away. I would give anything for a magic wand right now to make everything better. There's nothing I can do but pray, pray, pray and send all my healing, strong energies to her.