There are those times when you send out a silent SOS, praying for a little relief, and someone hears. My best friend heard. About a month ago, when Mom was about to have her first amputation surgery, Shannon heard something in my voice that made her book a flight to Tulsa. She gave me a choice of two dates, one immediately and one in about a month. I chose the one in about a month - March 7, because I thought if things got worse we might be hanging on by our fingernails. Which we are. So tomorrow she is coming, just when I need her most. This road is proving to be longer than we anticipated, and we are tired and in great need of someone who will come and give us some help, some laughter, some perspective, and a few tears and hugs.
I believe that it is an amazing blessing to have that one friend who is as close as a friend can get. That's Shannon. In fact, we're such good friends that I'm not even cleaning my house for her. She's bringing her husband Kenny, at my request, because on Saturday we are going to try to move a few pieces of furniture into Mom and Dad's new house. Hospital sit-ins, furniture moving, cold Oklahoma weather, a dirty house. And they are actually excited about coming. That's true friendship.
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