"Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure."
—Phyllis McGinley: Pulitzer Prize winning American author of children's books and poetry
Today I had my coffee with the boys at the Sals and then went to work on my personal projects. After that I decided to get some lunch at Robinson McNally Booksellers and there a woman across the room looked familiar. She looked at me and finally came over to talk. She was my best friend from high school's, cousin-in-law. (Yes, this is possible.)She had news for me. My best friend had been in the slave lake fire, lost everything, her husband lost his job and she had lung cancer. It was horrible news.
I called my friend and she was not at home.
Well, she actually answered my phone call tonight...two weeks later. I was happy to know that despite a fire burning her house, her husband losing his job, her mother's husband dying, her mother having (sounds like) dementia, her son going back to school, her husband getting a new job, and both of them moving to a new town for this work; she is still in good spirits. And, oh yes, she had been diagnosed with cancer and she had an operation and chemo... No radiation. It was lung cancer and there is a seventeen percent chance of living after that. Well, she sounds very positive and I can tell that she is part of the 17 percent. It came after pneumonia or something that looked like pneumonia.
Glad she is okay.
Didn't tell her about my troubles.
