Old Friends
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Sometimes we have to stop in life and think about what we do have rather than what we don’t. We run, drive, buy, complain, text, email……….and then we get a call from a friend we grew up with that they have breast cancer.

My dear friend, who I lived next to from the age of one, called me a few weeks ago with that terrible phone call you never want to get, cancer.  Now, we haven’t stayed in touch on a regular basis. Some years yes, others no. We have been present at births and birthday parties, and more recently put in better touch through Facebook. But, when you get that call– it is as if you are brought back to childhood, like you never were apart.

I am the first to admit I am not a great shoulder to lean on. I just am not. I would rather hide than tell you how sorry I feel for you, I just stink at that area. I admit it.

Today though, I toughened up and did the mitzvah of bikur holim (visiting the sick). I sat with my old friend, heard her story, saw her pain. And you know what, I was enlightened. I saw strength and power and the will to survive breast cancer. I saw energy as I really haven’t seen it before, and I am positive my friend will overcome this horrible experience in her young life now. I am positive.

To old friends and new, have a mammogram. It just might save a life.

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