Today, August 8, 2018, was the worst day of my life. It was early in the morning and my husband was called to his sister’s house. I got up and got ready for work. I was eating what little breakfast I was able to eat before taking my chemo pills. My husband called to let me know his sister had passed. She was more than my sister-in-law, the mother of my two godchildren, my friend for 50 plus years, she was my first memory. I was expecting the message would come soon, it was not a surprise. I talked to Rick and he told me I needed to get my radiation treatment, there was nothing I could do. When I stepped outside, I got sick to my stomach. I wasn’t sick from the chemo pills but from the news. My friend fought the battle of cancer off and on for over 14 years. A couple of months before her passing I asked her, “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?” She said, “Yes”. I asked her, “Do you believe Jesus died for your sins?” She said, “Yes”. I laid on her and prayed over her. A few weeks before her passing I wrote her a card: “I don’t think I have ever told anyone that you were my first memory. It wasn’t something I kept a secret, I just never told anyone. I don’t remember if it was kindergartener or first grade, but when I stepped into the classroom you eagerly motioned to me to come to sit by you. I always thought we must have played together previous to that day, but I don’t remember. I just remember all the days that followed. I have loved you unconditionally all my days. You have and will always be on my mind because you always have. Love Jan, your younger friend.” I dedicated my book, “Peace in the midst of it all” to my friend. 2 Corinthians 5:8, We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.