Melanoma is Parked
A friend called me tonight and pointed out that we’ve been friends for 30 years now. I couldn’t believe it and said, “Can’t be, I’m not even that old.” Of course, I couldn’t fool her, but the number startled me. It also reminded me of how special the friendship really is to have lasted this long. We both have spouses and live in different states, but have shared many of life’s ups and downs over three decades.
Knowing her as well as I do, we can say anything to each other, no matter how difficult and tonight, I knew something wasn’t right in her voice. A few months ago, she had finished her third round of chemo for melanoma and was given a clean bill of health. The cancer had totally vanished and not a trace was seen on her scans. Of course, there was always the possibility that it would come back. A couple of days ago, she felt another lump in her leg and will be returning to the doctor later this week for who knows what kind of news.
My friend is not parked, but the damn melanoma is.
