Friends

Cancer-there is ONE good thing about cancer.  You find out who your friends are really quick.  You also rediscover old ones.  Old flames, childhood playmates and high school friends were the first ones to call, write and message me.  It is weird in a way.  When bullets start flying your real friends either start riding in to save you, shoot along side you or stand with you.  There are ones that say, "I'll be your Huckleberry... or "Make my day" to the enemy for you. The ones you thought were your friends will disappear....

Thank you to the ones that not scared of the flying bullets:)  And the ones that come over and clean your toilets (Terry W!!!!).  I love you!!!!!