My dear friend who is recovering from knee surgery is two weeks out and feeling better and stronger and sleeping easier. She's come out of the tunnel and basking in the lighter atmosphere. She's had a hellish two weeks and I'm so very grateful she's turned the corner. I felt like only time would really help and so it has turned out. She's had the loving support of her friends and family, but still, this was going to be a swamp to wade through and she was alone doing it. Her determination and strength saw her through, not any of us.
Another friend is at the bedside of her son, hoping and praying he makes it through his dire medical crisis and can resume his life. She's a doctor, but she's helpless except in her steadfast love for him. He's fighting, but the outcome is unknown and she is powerless to save him. All of us are praying he recovers, but life is arbitrary and cruel sometimes, and we know that as well.
One friend is sailing more smoothly and on less rough seas the other is in the eye of the tempest. And I am powerless to rescue them from their pain. It's hard to care so much but let go of the illusion of control. But I'm learning.
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