CHANGE

Today I visited one of my best friends who just got home from having brain surgery. She’s in her 30’s, has a beautiful little one-year old girl, and is still a happily married newlywed (she was married like two days before she conceived… really!). She had a benign (thankfully) tumor removed, that the doctor told her had been there for several years— just growing, growing, pushing, pushing, until finally her ophthalmologist noticed that the pressure around her optic nerve was elevated. That was it.

I’m grateful… so grateful that she is okay. That her daughter will still have her mother for years to come. That she can ride the wave of marriage, and hopefully always land of safe ground. In my own life, I feel like I have had a tumor growing and growing, festering and festering for years. I’m trying to figure out if I should get rid of it. I’ve lived this long with it. Had good days and bad days with it. When I look at my best friend and see how happy she is to have her life back, I wonder if I will ever feel that way, too…