I want to start by thanking everyone for welcoming me back to the blog universe and for the kind words you have shared with me.

Now for the mad part. :Tantrum:

In my previous post, I told you about my best friend. Her name is Kathy. Since my last post, Kathy has been in the hospital. She started a new round of Chemo on Thursday, and she was awakened in the middle of the night coughing and gasping for air. She initially thought her asthma was acting up, but by the next day, she realized something was terribly wrong. She went to see her oncologist on Friday. The oncologist immediately sent her to the ER to have her evaluated. They put her in respiratory isolation so that they could test her for various things (including whooping cough). She spent the weekend in the hospital with no definite answers to what was making her cough. There is a distinct possiblity it is being caused by the cancer that has spread to her lungs.

This whole thing is so unfair. In her last blog post, she was starting to wonder what she had done, or who she had *beep* off to deserve what was happening to her. Logically, I think we both know that isn't how it works, but since we are all human, we often wonder these things.

I know she isn't being punished. I know I wasn't being punished with my stroke. I know it. I know it. I know it. And I BELIEVE it. Unfortunately, it doesn't make any of this any easier.

I don't know if I have ever prayed for someone so hard in my life. I am worried that she is losing hope, and without hope...what else is there?

I am hanging on to hope as hard as I can...it's all I have.