Waiting for news from a faraway hospital. My best friend on earth is there, just had kidney surgery. Now, the waiting is the hardest part.
I've ordered multiple bouquets of flowers, to arrive days apart. I also ordered other things for her. Things to make her smile. Just because I can.
The infection that caused this is severe, bad enough that the kidney could not be removed. She's in critical condition. The family members and I have been messaging back and forth all day. Hope and prayers are all we can really do for her right now.
We were born two days apart, grew up together. Were in each other's weddings, had sleepovers, went cruisin', swapped clothes, partied, raised children, dated some of the same guys, spent countless hours over the years talking.
She had her Galaxy 500 convertible, I had a '71 Challenger convertible. One brunette, one blonde. Bodies of goddesses and looks to match. We were a force to be reckoned with. We still are...
She has to get better. We promised each other that we'd be the fun old ladies, the ones who terrorize aids at the nursing homes. The ones who refuse to follow rules, dress wildly and party hard well into our nineties. We will keep making memories up until the end.
She's part of my soul. She's in most of my memories. She's the best part of me. I love her, she's my best friend.
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