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My Friend


I see you struggling, fighting, crumbling
You say you are fine – Yet I know you are not

 Your lips, they smile – your words, they dismiss
But your eyes, your eyes show the truth

 And who would be, who possibly could be
It’s too much to ask at a time like this

 Three years have passed since your world flipped over
Since your daughter heard the word cancer

 She fought. You tucked away the pain
And stood strong to fight along with her

Now, fourteen months have passed since your soul shattered
Since the words stage four, metastasized, and three new places

The hurt, the fear, the thousand questions
It was all nearly too much to bear

Again, you gathered yourself and patched your heart
And you gave strength to your first and only child

You drove, you cooked, you cleaned, you gave your all
You believed, you supported, you encouraged

You rallied her confidence when it waned
You asked the questions she could not ask

 When her husband’s strength gave out
You were strength enough for all

That’s what Mothers do, isn’t it?
Everyone else first, all the time, anytime

That’s how deep the love is
That’s how far the power of it reaches

Three weeks now. A precious, short three weeks
Since you heard time is running out

She’s only 37! Your heart screamed
It’s not supposed to be like this. It’s just not.

You wanted to fight and refuse to give in
It’s what Mothers do. But how could you?

 Each day meant more intense pain for your child
Her body had nothing left to give. It had won.

So you gathered your courage and watched
Watched her write or say good-byes

 You reached deep and found laughter as you reminisced
Reminisced about all the sweet memories

 You took deep breaths and listened
Listened as she spoke love to you, her Mommy

You pushed back your tears and whispered
Whispered words of peace, lullabies of eternal love

 Four days now. Four painfully long days
Since your daughter slipped away in the night

Can’t we have just one more day? I miss her already.
It shouldn’t be like this. I love you, daughter.

Details, conversations, arrangements, questions
How can life go on when I hurt like this?

 Yet three years have taught you to be strong
For that was your place, your calling, your very name – Mom

So you push back your shoulders and step forward
One moment at a time. You are strong. You can do this.

Yes, yes, you can. There is no doubt.
It hurts and always will – but yes, you can do it

But now, it is time for you to let us be your strength
You feel alone – no family left – but you are not

You have us … we will stand beside you
We will carry you – because that’s what friends do

Let go, sweet friend, let your soul grieve
It’s okay – we don’t expect you to be strong.

We’ll miss her and hurt along with you – we love you
It’s our time now to take care of you, my friend.




I’m still thinking today about how swiftly life can change. It doesn’t have to be life and death. Sometimes it can just be news that jars you from one path in life suddenly onto another.

And nothing is ever the same again.

My friend’s daughter (see 38) actually realized the serious nature of her symptoms from an email. It was an email that a coworker shared with our entire staff, and my friend then forwarded her daughter. You know the emails … the ones that, in the haste of everyday living, you’re tempted to delete without even opening.

But this one she watched. And she knew.

She knew before the video ended what she was facing. She made a doctor’s appointment for the next day – and her diagnosis and treatment journey began only a day later. 48 short hours that forever changed her life.

She hadn’t even had her first mammogram yet – she wasn’t even 35. Besides that, inflammatory breast cancer doesn’t have the “normal” symptoms that most breast cancers do. It can be easily missed on a mammogram and its symptoms can be quickly dismissed as an infection of some sort. Yet its progression is swift, and unfortunately its prognosis is poor.

If not for that email, if not for that YouTube video – she likely wouldn’t be here today.


I would be remiss if I did not follow yesterday’s post with a little information. After all, it is the least I can do to honor the battle that my friend’s daughter is fighting.

I can’t show you the same YouTube video that she first saw as it’s no longer there, but here is information from the Susan G. Komen foundation about Inflammatory Breast Cancer.  Please take a moment to read it, and share it with those you love. It could save their life.