derailed

I called my sister, but I didn’t say anything to her. Maybe I just needed to hear her talk. I certainly wasn’t ready to say it out loud. My best friend has breast cancer. My best friend from high school, that is. We only talk every year or two, but deep down, we both know we’re each others bff. I’ve known her since I was 12.

I only found out because she called to tell me Christa killed herself last week. A decade ago, she gave her kidney to Diane. Last week, she couldn’t find her way past her troubles. wtf.