A few months ago I blogged about my nemesis Stacy. A beautiful complex wife, mother and friend. Over the last few years we have slowly built a friendship on a history of hurting each other, forgiving each other and now loving each other.

A number of weeks ago she reached out. I heard words of pure fear. A lump with a dimple on a breast. My stomach dropped. Fear vibrated through that text and hit me like a mac truck. No. Please no. I said that I’ve had countless friends go in with fears and it was nothing. Hers would be too. Right?

Wrong. I was wrong. After weeks of dr visits and waiting she received a diagnosis. Invasive ductal carcinoma grade 2. They have to be wrong. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy and well she was that for a decade. So no they have to be wrong. Positive progesterone and estrogen HER2 negative….so I was wrong. And I’m heartbroken.

Now the journey begins for her. I ask that you raise Stacy up in prayer. She is not alone in this fight but like all of us extra prayers bring extra miracle. She has family, loved ones and friends. And she has me. Always by her side until the world blows up.

Here’s to you Stacy. Life isn’t what we planned. But I sure am glad you are in my life and have been for 20 years. I love you Bitch. Now go tell cancer she’s your new nemesis and you’ve brought a friend….