It was short, simple and yet so damn complicated.
I got a text on Dec. 7.
“I can’t talk right now, but the pathology report came back today and revealed I have a malignant tumor in my fallopian tube; going in for more surgery next week then chemo … f— me…”
I read the text five times before it sunk in.
My friend Chrissie has cancer. The disease had killed her sister Jeanne. My god.
“No! S—. I’m so sorry. Call when you can/ready to. I’m here for whatever you need.”