Int tinternet brilliant? You decide to find an old, dear friend, thinking it will be a long and arduous task. But after five minutes with google, you have a potential email address, so tap away at the keyboard and send out a hopeful missive into the ether, cross your fingers.
The next day, you get a response, and Kathy is as delighted to hear from you as you are to have found her. You send messages back and forth, drop your cancer shaped bombshell. But it is lovely to be back in touch, even if the reasons for the shove in the right direction are grim.
You think, everyone should have a period like this, where they seek out old friends, although of course without the reason that spurred you on. Cancer aside, it is a joyous thing to talk over email with, and sometimes see, lots of long lost pals.
Meanwhile, tomorrow is Chemo2.2. Off we go again.
