I’ve only met her a handful of times, but she is someone I know.
I hadn’t seen her in over two years, but I remember her face from when we were both new mothers.
We met at a baby group and chatted a few times. We were Facebook friends for a while, until I trimmed my friends list when I was going through my own struggle and felt vulnerable. 
Other friends had kept in touch and told me the news.
She has Stage 3 breast cancer.
She is a single mom.
My son is one day older than her daughter.
I friended her again and asked what I could do to help.
Today I drove her to her appointment with the surgeon for a follow-up and her pathology results. I asked her how she was doing and listened as she told me about things no one should have to deal with all at the same time, especially a beautiful person who is a single parent to a little girl.
I can’t fix this one. I can’t say “I know” because I don’t. I can’t say “I’ve been there and you are not the only one who feels that way and I know it will be all right” because I haven’t and I don’t.
All I can do is something she couldn’t do herself.
I took her to her appointment.
I went into the room with her when the doctor told her what they’d discovered.
I held her hand.
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She’s going into this battle armed with knowledge and strength, and I do have faith that she will be all right, but anything you’ve got is warmly welcomed – prayers, good thoughts, cancer-killing vibes, whatever. Send it out to her, will you?
