Two Weeks

Two weeks from today is my friend’s surgery. She has Moyamoya and they are going to operate on her brain.
 
She started having noticeable issues last year when she was pregnant with her second child. She remembers possibly, maybe, perhaps having issues long ago but will never be 100% sure they are from this. But for all intensive purposes, we think so. What they amount to are actually Mini-Strokes that have left scar tissue to prove their existence. Mi-Ni-STROKES. Ugh. My heart stops when I think of that.
 
My heart also stops when I think of the recovery, the time in the hospital, the time away from her boys, the things she will want to do but physically can’t and has to ask for help. She doesn’t ask for help. It’s not her nature. She’s like me. But, she’s going to have to give that up. I don’t think she wants to admit that. But she will. She must.
 
I worry for her. I think of her constantly. I wish I could will it all better. Make it all better.
 
Instead, I am Praying every day that this surgery is the answer to it all. That it eliminates the headaches, the stress, the worry, the frustration that all of this has put on her, her family, and her friends.