This time, I know it's going to work out brilliantly. The surgery has been perfected; it will be more than fine. Easy, breezy, beautiful, down-hill skiing. This friend is particularly good at celebrating life, and letting the small stuff slide. Not that a giant operation is small stuff. But she's well-equipped to handle all this, and more. It's funny, how someone else's graceful command of a situation can prepare you. In ways you might not even understand right away.
Knowing her has not only been a hilarious good time, it's been an education. In mothering, in writing, in listening, in joy. I'm grateful for her, grateful to her, and looking forward to more. And feeling lucky. When my gurney comes, she'll be right there in my ear, I know it. Slinging odd metaphors and gallows humor, for sure.