Frozen

Okay, so this is not my story.

But it's a story that has affected me deeply.

And where else do I process my feelings but right here...

GG, remember GG, comes from a family with a long history of cancer.

Months ago she tested positive for BRAC2.

Today she had a double mastectomy.

She has come through the surgery well and Mr. B's mother just text she was off to get her some food.

An appetite is a good sign says the woman who subsided on saltines and ginger ale  for 3 days after her own surgery.

Luckily I had a steady stream of information coming my way all day and a visit from her father and sister at the shop this afternoon.

I wished I could have been part of the hospital waiting game this morning.

But we all had a good cry when we got together.

It's been over a year now since we "conscientiously uncoupled"  but my heart doesn't let go so easily after 8 years together.

We've had many sad, angry, and awkward moments to get to a place where we have dinners together, watch movies, go shopping and help each other prepare for our respective surgeries.

In AA meetings it is suggested we take what we need and leave the rest.

I guess I need a friend who knows me inside out, upside down and shows us all how big her brave is.

Now that I've shared this maybe I can resume my normal blogging.....

I've had a stone  lodged in my chest for the last week.

Tonight I hand it over to you all.

With every word I have (and haven't) typed I've felt the stone splinter into small and smaller pieces.

Soon I hope to breathe free.

And see a little damn spring.