Wait...Did he just say Cancer?

From the mouth of my babe, Rachel. Hope you have tissues. Movies about cancer don’t really prepare you for the real life alternative. When the world’s sweetest human being on earth gets diagnosed with colon cancer, your best friend, it feels like suddenly you’ve become some kind of head-scratching cave person. What are you supposed to do? What do you say? The overwhelming need to fix the situation paralyzes your better judgment. How make better!? Your inner cave person will shout to the heavens. But, unless you’re a genius doctor or an extraordinary therapist… well, it feels like you might as well be a hat rack. Maybe you could hold your friends things while she goes to her appointments? At least that’s something.  As it turns out though, the most important thing I could contribute was just being there, being present in every sense of the word. Just being someone my friend could talk to about how she was feeling. If she needed a ride to an appointment, of course I wa...

Day 2: 5.3.17 Just kidding I was wrong. I had my first colonoscopy on 5.4.17. Day 2 was more tests and just the prepping part. I'll spare the details. Day 3: 5.4.17 Ian and David stayed with me all day until I went down for the colonoscopy. I remember not being scared. I remember just wanting so badly to know what was happening. I remember the very real pain right before I went under. After the exam I slept...for most of the afternoon. A doctor came and saw me that evening. He was hesitant. That made me nervous. He went on to tell me that they found "a growth" in my colon and that they took a biopsy to figure out more. He told me not to worry. Riiiight. The first time cancer even crossed my mind was that first day in the ER. Within the first 8 hours before I even got a room, I just knew it wasn't good. For some reason (God and faith), I was at peace. I knew that whatever happened I'd be protected. Anyways, he continued and said it might not be anything...