It's Cancer

 I really don't have words.

My first college roommate, my "true roommate" has Lymphoma.  

Chelsea Anderson was my first roommate at Ricks College the summer of 1999.  I have known her for nearly 22 years.  She is hilarious.  She is adventurous.  She is a free spirit.  She is incredibly intelligent.  She is a mover and a wanderer.  She is motivated.  She is a goal crusher.  She is one of my very best friends.  She means the world to me.  I would do anything for her and vise versa.  She is amazing.

A few weeks ago, Chel called me and asked about my cervical cancer.  I told her things worked out for the very best 9 years ago.  She mentioned she had some test and was waiting for results.  She got the results and started treatment right away.  Her whole life changed in a day.  She is in and out of the hospital for the next six months.  She is having the most intense treatment possible.  Her cancer is strong and growing fast.  

I flew to see her over the weekend.  I wish I lived closer.  We actually had fun, given the intense circumstances.  Nurses come and go from her hospital room every 15-30 minutes with out giving her much rest.  She is never alone.  She doesn't have any peace and quiet.  She can't sleep with out major interruptions.  She is in intense pain. 

I am unsure what I can do from so far away.  I have been thinking and wracking my brain with ways to make her more comfortable while she endures this hellish ordeal.  I just don't know.  I just don't know.  I am praying daily that her pain will be tolerable and that her cancer will shrink.  

Oh how I wish we had a cure.