Kathy, Hessie, Ify & My Conspiracy Theory
So I have these three friends. Two of them know each other… and I’m starting to think they’re all three in cahoots. via GIPHY (I CAN’T. WE ARE NOT DISCUSSING IT TODAY. Anyway…) The reason for all these unfounded claims is that on any given day of the week, one of them has called, sent me an email, found me resources, or given me some version of the shirt off their back. It’s as if they got together and decided, we’re going to keep a smile on this woman’s face. And they have. Everyone supports people in their own way. I mentioned a bunch of those people in the last post. And there’s a lot more people I could have mentioned if I hadn’t run out of steam – that post will likely still happen. The reason I’m singling these three people out is because of what they have taught me, recently or over time, about being a good friend to someone who has cancer or any other serious disorder or disease. Because when I think about what I thought was being a good friend to a friend who had cancer, I realize now that I was miles off course, despite all my good intentions. Not beating myself up over it. From what I’ve heard, I probably did okay. Just making a note so I can do better in the future. Take Kathy. That’s her, second from the right, being a bad ass because apparently that’s what she does all