why?

It is in the most intimate of moments in which we are truly able to glimpse into our souls. One of my dearest friends told me tonight his sister was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She is 43 years old and the mother of three. She was but a girl herself when her own mother died in her arms as a result of this disease. My heart breaking into a million little pieces as I hear the echoes of my friend's voice crack as he tries to fill me in on the details. My friend is a stoic man of great character. I have been blessed and fortunate to have shared many wonderful times with him and he has shouldered me through some very dark storms. I pray we will weather this one together and enjoy many more moments with his sister. I am afraid.