Just before my 1pm writing class, I spoke with my California friend who’s been diagnosed with her second form of cancer in less than two years. A very painful one right now. Treatment can be very effective for this chronic form, and we hope and pray it will be.

She’s strong. She has a powerful network of women friends supporting her. Excellent medical care. Loving children and grandchildren. A positive outlook. If anyone were more prepared to have this happen, I don’t know who it would be or how they could be more prepared.

Yet, still, I’m just not getting why this had to happen to this particular woman. She is one of the kindest and best individuals I have ever known. “Good” doesn’t even approach what she is.

And while her life hasn’t been bad, by a long shot, she has had what I would consider more than her share of pain.

And now this.

I hate that I’m not there now. I can’t wait to see her in three weeks.

I’m stuck on “why.” I just do not get it.

I know I’m supposed to believe this kind of thing is random. I’m not sure I do.

I can not let go of the “why” of it all today, now that I’ve spoken with her.

If you have some spare prayers lying around, she would surely benefit.