Oh Poop!

Damn.

Just after emotionally getting past the canceled procedure for The Mother Unit... I get word that a very dear friend of mine is starting hospice care over on the other side of the country.

Shit.

My heart is heavy for sure, but her choosing not to do more chemo is an informed choice. At some point in the next few weeks I will hope to do a turn and burn to go give her some big love and laughs. There is no real telling how long it will be before she makes her cosmic journey. But I would like to go tell her how much I love her. I will do what I can to make that happen. I have come to realize that friends and family are kind of all we have... and if friends become like family, then you go and do what you feel compelled to do.

Just like saying goodbye to my friend Jack. I did those trips up to Tucson to say goodbye. And he appreciated it. He died a few days afterward, and hopefully knowing that people cared made a difference in his emotional comfort. He sure was a curmudgeonly old guy...but I had known him my entire life and he mattered to me.

This friend in Virginia is someone I have know only a few years but she is a beloved friend to me (and many others..) so I will wait and see what the setup is for her hospice and see how she is doing before I make any decisions on how and when.

Heavy heart brings the awareness of bunches of love so I can't really complain too loudly.