Last week, my friend April texted me the link to a blog. Since I have a smartless phone, I sat down at the computer and pounded the address in with the pink-pink-pink of the keys. The face was Erin. I could see her in there. It has been since high school since we talked. We didn't part on bad terms by any stretch. We just went in different directions.
At this point, it should be said that we lived in a town somewhat divided. You had the rich kids on one side of town and the middlers-lower income on the other side. April and I were on the other side.
When the schools combined, they didn't combine at our school, they combined on the rich side of town.
I was not a terribly popular kid by any stretch. I was the skinny kid who had funky hair, crooked teeth and had looked as if I was hit with the ugly stick. My sister who was blazing a trail 3 years ahead of me was quite the opposite. All of the boys thought she was hot stuff. That would be great, but hi! I'm over here!
When the schools combined, I brought with me my best friend but no one, and I mean no one, talked to me in any type of friendly way other than Erin.
She intrigued me. She was different. She carried herself differently. She spoke intelligently but non-confrontationally.
Erin is a PK. (Preacher's kid.) Her dad was kind enough to come across town to pick me up every Thursday morning so that we could be in choir together.
I started to read the blog. My heart sank. Here, one of the people who I graduated with and who has been in otherwise most excellent health was facing something big-- Stage IV Colon Cancer that has spread to her liver.
Actually, in her case, they found the cancer in her liver first. They knew that it had originated somewhere else.
If you could belt out some prayers for her, I know that she'd appreciate it. If you'd like to keep up with her journal, ranting and some R rated language involved, her blog is The View from the 21st Floor.
Pray for Erin.