I am as mad as hell and I am not going to take it anymore...

That line from the movie Network pretty much sums up myself at this moment.

I have been full of turmoil and anger and frustration for weeks. It has been building to a crescendo and right now the fat lady is about to sing.

My friend, Jone, has stage 4 uterine cancer. I have worked with her for 22 years and it has devastated me. I am finally able to not be a bawling blubbering pile of limp spaghetti. My family was afraid to talk to me because I would break down in tears at the smallest thing for the past few weeks. I can talk about her and the situation without steady tears which is a good thing.

I love Jone. She is fun and crazy and listens. She always wanted a silver Jaguar so one year I gave her one for her birthday. I searched for a silver Jag and couldn't find one. I did find a blue matchbox car Jag so I bought it and painted it silver. I presented it to her on her birthday and she loved it. Sometimes Jone and her husband would play poker with some of our friends and she was so funny because she gets so intense about things. She wanted to beat our friend John so bad! She didn't care about anyone else, she just wanted to beat John.

Jone has listened and shared my life throughout the years. She has heard my family stories and been involved. She has so much love in her. When Amy was struggling with issues with her sister, she would get so passionate and kept telling me it would be okay. We would make it through the struggles and things would get better. She was right. We did and now she has her own major battle.

I am praying for Jone and her family as they face this battle. I know that she has the strength and determination to fight her way through this.


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