My dearest friend has a lump. It’s been confirmed by a sonogram and mammogram. She suspects it is an inflammed lymph node. Based on her medical history, she’s probably right. But tomorrow she has an appointment with a surgeon. The doctor who did mom’s mastectomy.
One of my FB friends posted this today:
M’s menu selection at McDonald’s today, Happy Meal with double cheeseburger & fries. E’s menu selection, “sawad” (salad) & a smoothie. Sadly even a 3 year old girl knows she can’t eat too many cheeseburgers!
What’s sad is that this is something her daughter learned outright or subconsciously through mom’s words/actions.
A Prayer of Thanksgiving
by Max Coots
Let us give thanks…
For generous friends…with hearts as big as hubbards and smiles as bright as their blossoms;
For feisty friends as tart as apples;
For continuous friends, who, like scallions and cucumbers, keep reminding us we had them;
For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb and as indestructible;
For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants and as elegant as a row of corn — and the others — as plain as potatoes, and so good for you.
For funny friends, who are as silly as brussels sprouts and as amusing as Jerusalem artichokes, and serious friends as complex as cauliflowers and as intricate as onions;
For friends as unpretentious as cabbages, as subtle as summer squash, as persistent as parsley, as delightful as dill, as endless as zucchini, and who — like parsnips — can be counted on to see you through the long winter;
For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening-time, and young friends coming on as fast as radishes;
For loving friends, who wind around as like tendrils, and hold us despite our blights, wilts, and witherings;
And finally, for those friends now gone, like gardens past, that have been harvested – but who fed us in their times that we might have life thereafter;
For all these we give thanks.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about that this year. What kind of friend am I? I’ve been questioning who I am. Funny how the loss of one friendship can make you question everything about yourself.
I read an interesting article this week, The 10 Types of Female Friendships. They are:
- The Leader
- The Doormat
- The Sacrificer
- The Misery Lover
- The User
- The Frenemy
- The Trophy Friend
- The Mirroring Friend
- The Sharer
- The Authentic Friend
It made me wonder who I am of the 10. I decided I probably slip into different roles depending on the person and the situation. I hope I live in authentic mode often than not. That’s my goal anyway.
I’m taking a day trip to Houston and back today. One of my friend’s mom’s died and I just want to be there for her, even if it’s for just a short period of time.
Sher is one of my online friends. Oktoberfest was the group name we used years ago in a diet forum. Somehow our group stuck together. We “live” on another, private, forum now and “chat” every day.
There are eight of us, and after six years if there’s something to be known about each other, we pretty much know it now. These ladies are some of my closest friends, even though we’ve only seen each other in person a handful of times.
Today I am going as group representative. To give her in person the hugs we’ve been sending through the world wide web.
So I often lay in bed at night and think about what I could be writing. But then I don’t want to get out of bed to do it, because then I’ll be awake.
Today I saw Jill for the first time. I wouldn’t have noticed her but she was acting kind of weird in the parking lot across the street (semi walking towards me) and that’s what caught my eye. She practically ran across the street to get ahead of me. I let her go and leisurely walked to the building (am weather has been awesome), but she was still waiting at the elevator when I got there. One came just as I walked up. I thought about letting it go, but decided, What the hell? She was on her phone (I’m pretty sure with Allison based on the conversation) and I chatted with a couple ladies I knew to my floor. I never looked at her.
I felt pretty elated. She seemed to be running from me. Afraid of me? Finally recognized her poor behavior? Whatever. I feel like I hold the power now.