I met with my oncologist on Friday, had treatment and everything was ok..or so I thought.
Angelo and I sat in one of the chemo rooms and the social worker, who we both love came in the room(she was helping us get a room quicker because it was taking so long)
She stepped out of the room and came back in, shut the door and sat down.
“Jen” she said, “I have to tell you something”…Fuck, i knew this meant that someone I was close to passed away. I quickly fell into my chair and demanded she tell me the name..”Elena” she said..another Fuck!!!! I had just seen her not that long ago and she was fine. We had laughed about her belly.( it was sticking out so much she couldn’t button her pants)
I sobbed and sobbed..why did this happen to her??? Why is this happening to me?
Please say a prayer for my sweet friend Elena…(she just turned 40 this week)