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Lend your money and...

Today's proverb is, "Lend your money and lose your friend."

That could be true if your friend is only your friend because of superficial things.

Today I want to talk about one of my friends. She is a wonderful woman I have known since high school. She's highly intelligent and once upon a time was in medical school. She started having seizures. Brain tumour. Things didn't work out with her husband. That's not shocking as many relationships come upon too much strain when illness occurs and brain tumours can cause one to say nasty things they may not mean. After a time, they removed the tumour, but told her the seizures wouldn't stop completely, just lessen. A life of seizures was ahead of her. She met someone new and became pregnant. He turned abusive when she decided she wanted to keep the baby as it would likely be her only chance at motherhood. The pregnancy was challenging with the seizures and she had to take medications to stop them. She tried repeatedly to have some sort of relationship, even a platonic one, with him for the sake of her boy. He had no interest in being a father and only wanted to hurt her any way he could, so all connection has had to be severed. Well, recently the seizures have increased to at least 2 per day. Her tumour has returned. Today is her birthday and she is in the hospital in the epilepsy wing waiting for surgery. Everytime I feel like stuff is difficult in my own life, I think of her. This beautiful woman has been dealt a crappy hand time-and-again, yet stays positive that things will work out. There are many people praying for her to get better, but she could always use some more. If you're the praying type, please send prayers her way. If you're not the praying type, send positive and healing thoughts or whatever works for you. I'm praying that her doctors can get all of the tumour and her beautiful baby boy gets his mommy back.

Ciao,
R~

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