Once upon a time, there were two friends. They had been friends for over 16 years.
These two women, on paper, have little in common. One is big city bred, one small town bred. One an only child, the other with full and half siblings. Different religions. Different life experiences. An animal rescuer and a petless person. One is an expert punner. The other is her victim.
Yet, they had become friends.
One day, one confided in the other. There was something wrong. A suspicious lump where no woman wants a lump. She had had a mammogram and an ultrasound. The results required a biopsy. She was waiting for the results of the biopsy.
The other friend said, funny you should mention that. On my recent exam, my gyn found a suspicious lump in my dense breasts. She showed me, and I felt it. I had a mammogram and an ultrasound. Negative, the other friend continued, but I just got a call from my gyn. She felt something didn't add up between the results and what she (and I) had felt. My gyn wants me to come in for a followup....
They hugged, and talked about what would happen if the results were positive. They would support each other. In case treatment took their hair, they decided on the color of their wigs.
One friend's biopsy result: Positive.
The other friend's followup: Negative.
A good writer would write such a good, punny, ending to this, but, knowing my friend will be operated on tomorrow, I just can't.
I just know something about tomorrow is going to make me smile, because that is the kind of person my friend is.
And tomorrow, you are going to smile, too.