His Mom and I were the best of friends in high school. She was the best friend a girl could ask for - she introduced me to cute boys and helped cover for me when I was late for curfew. I remember sleep overs, painting parties, and late nights full of talks about the important stuff in life. Surely it was all about boys and getting into trouble.
After high school and college, our lives drifted apart. She got married and had a family and I eventually moved away to a life in the big city. We'd catch up every few years at a wedding or run into each other at the mall and share our most recent news with promises to keep in touch.
Today we spoke by phone. I knew something big was happening in her life but I didn't know what. I only knew it wasn't good. Her voice broke as she told me her youngest, at 13, has just been diagnosed with a tumour. Her life is in a tailspin and she reached out to me, to see how I was doing and to commiserate. My struggle seems so insignificant compared to my friend watching her child fight for his life.
Tonight I pray for Cameron. I pray for his family, for his parents and loved ones to have strength to help him fight. Tonight I pray hard.