My good friend is having brain surgery tomorrow. We have joked about it. She's hoping for a little extra memory to inserted in before they close things up. She has a great well known surgeon.
But still I worry.
So we laugh. It's the same laugh we have when we talk about dead kids. (She has one little boy and I have my two.) What else can you do but kind of laugh things off?
But still I worry.
My mind will be heavy with prayers tomorrow as I do mundane and somewhat important things. I'll be watching another friend's children in the morning. I'll be trying to get my house picked up. I'll be hosting a birthday party for T in the afternoon for him and a bunch of friends. (He made his own cake and is so thrilled with it.)
But still I will worry until I hear from her mum that things are looking good.
And then hopefully, one day, we'll totally joke around about the week she can't really remember.
But for now, I am just left with worry.
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4 comments:
I'll worry too... that way you don't have to do it on your own! :)
Sheral is a good friend!
I hope your friend is doing well now. I'm sorry I didn't get to help you worry.
I'll tell you, I picked a heck of a week to not keep up on reading anything. Sorry I wasn't around to laugh and worry with you. :(
Hugs to both you and your sweet friend!
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