Just when I thought my January curse was about to be broken (every January for the past 7 years has been filled with a MAJOR drama, always involving a health crisis of someone I love) Wednesday, January 25th hit. Oddly enough, one year ago the same day I was discharged from the hospital from my hysterectomy/cancer removal.
I was on my way home from aerobics yesterday when I got a text from my friend, Susie (in red) saying she had survived her MRI. Susie has become one of my closest friends over the past two years. She and I talk daily, text multiple times a day and see each other at least once a week.
She had been having *attacks* for a few months and there was a suspicion of MS but because she is 14 weeks pregnant there was some discussion on how to proceed. Her doctor finally had her move forward to rule out anything scary.
I texted her back immediately because, quite honestly, I had completely forgotten she was going in for the test. She texted back saying things were not good. I texted back asking her to call because she was freaking me out. What unfolded the next few hours was mind blowing. To make a long story short, the MRI showed a VERY large tumor growing on the front/right side of her brain. She wasn't even a half hour out of her test before the doctor called and told her to come back to the hospital and check in so that she could get the ball rolling on what to do next.
I was able to go and spend some time with her so that her husband could go home and tell the kids (ages 6, 4, and 2) and get them ready for the night. It ended up being a really special time to spend with my dear friend. We laughed. We shared deeply. We prayed. We sat in shock and horror. The EXACT way we did last year when I was on the bed and she was in the chair. UNBELIEVABLE.
What happens next is still up in the air. More tests and conversations with surgeons. Please pray for my friend. Honestly, I'm quite shaken up over this. I love my friend. I need my friend. She is honestly like a sister to me. I would do anything to spare her from this. I so clearly remember the day I got my bad news. It's like the worst nightmare you've ever had, but it's real. I hate it for her. I hate it for her husband. I hate it for her kids. I hate it for me.
I know God is faithful. I know God is a healer. I know God is a comforter. Please pray for Susie. Please pray for her husband and her kids. Please pray for me.