Just when you think everything is going swell...

I woke up yesterday morning to a text message from one of my best friends. I had not heard from her in a while so I was quite pleased until I read the message. Her ovarian cyst had burst. If you know anything about ovarian cysts you know they have a high chance of being cancerous. As long as they don't burst you are ok but once they do, well, you had better find religion. Her doctors say there is a ninety-five percent chance her cysts is cancerous, they want to do a full hysterectomy. I can't imagine the pain and disappointment she must be feeling. Aside from suffering the monumental pain she is in she must now face the fact that she will never be able to have children. I know this breaks her heart, as she is one of those people who were born to be a mother. All she has wanted for a long time is to have a dozen of her own little rugrats running around; she would have been great at the job as well. It makes me sad to know that God has given the gift of children to people like me and ripped that right away from people like her. Not only has her ability to have children been taken but also her youth. Once she has the hysterectomy she will go into menopause. No twenty-one year old girl should have to suffer menopause, or a good chance of cancer flowing through her body. I can only hold her hand and hope she makes it through this. I don't want to find myself in the same position my mother was in a year ago as she stood next to her best friend’s grave with tears in her eyes as she turned to me and said, "It's not supposed to be this way, she was my best friend." I don't ever want to know exactly how my mother felt that day.