Sisters, ladies, women

My friends are ill, my beautiful, funny, strong and loving women. In a short time 3 of my friends have been diagnosed with illnesses in their female parts; the most female of womanhood. They are all sisters, mothers, lovers and daughters, they are important people. These women learn fear overnight. From one day to another without any warning they are staring death in the face...they have done nothing wrong and they are wondering why this is happening to them. Petty everyday worries become insignificant, that which was taken for granted becomes glorious luxury...everything changes.
The women are there, facing major surgery with no guarantees...my ladies...my sisters...my beautiful strong and helping friends. People so important to me that I hurt inside for them - and me, it is so difficult to stand by in helpless silence. But at the hospital today I realized that I can do something; I can love and hug and giggle and be frivolously ridiculous, for a moment I can bring childish merriment into the suffering and ease it a bit. I do not understand what these women go through - I have not been there. But I do know fear and stress and anger and the horrible sense of futility. I can change nothing and I can save nobody - but for a blissful little while I can bring amusement and love and hopefully a momentary relief from the horror of it all.

When I see my sisters smile my heart grows. Ladies; I love you so much and you are so brave. I am always with you...when you hear a silly giggle...that's me.