Fortunately for me, however, that wasn't the case. After a few months of adjustments, my relationships adapted and flourished under the new circumstances I found myself in.
I remember one cold, January day in particular, my weakened immune system tried desperately to fight off a lingering cold, and I lay slumped on my couch depressed as hell because I hadn't left the house in 5 days. In a desperate attempt to bring the outside world to me, I begged my friend Clark over to entertain me. By the time she arrived, my energy level had plummeted, and I was back in bed, unable to move or talk. She had to immediately turn around and make the trek back home. Now that's a true friend!
So, what better way to celebrate the launch of my post-treatment life (and, incidentally, Clarky's birthday), than with a Girls Weekend in NYC?!
And that's what we did last weekend. Sara, Clark and I jetted off to the bustling island of Manhattan for a weekend of shopping in SoHo, pizza and cupcakes in Greenwich, a rainy afternoon at the Met, long strolls in Central Park, underground-club-dancing, and rooftop-patio-chilling.
I couldn't have asked for a better weekend with better friends.
It's often said that a good marriage is built between two people who can grow together, rather than apart. I would extend that even further to apply to friendships.
Cancer is an obvious example of a bump in the road for all your relationships. But, moving forward together - as mutually respected individuals - is what allows a friendship to become a long-term relationship.
Especially after this weekend (and this year), I am proud to say I've found that with my sweet friends.