"I can't live without her," she said through sobs. "I don't want her to go alone. I can't let her go alone. Would you be mad at me if I went with her?"
'You'll come to the funeral, right?"
Never in my life did I imagine these words coming out of the mouth of my best friend. They were foreign words, foreign sounds, a grief so deep not even I can touch it, sobs wracking her body so badly I could feel them through the phone. I can't fix it for her, I can't take it on for her. I can only try to be there with her and let her cry. "She's still here," I simply said. "All I can tell you is right now, she is still here, and we HAVE to hold on to that." I love her daughter myself. And I can't stand to know that she is sick and in pain and probably won't survive.
And I am sick to pieces for my very best friend.
FUCK CANCER.
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