I have many best friends. And they’re all besties for different reasons. There’s Elizabeth who has dried my tears and hated my ex-boyfriends for me even before they became exes to begin with. There’s Keira, from Jozi, who even though more than 1000 Km’s (over 580 miles) separates us, when we see each other, it’s like no time whatsoever has passed. There’s Theresa, Harriet, James, Carmen, Eliza, Steve, and many more. But there are two in particular I want to share with you about today, and how I am torn between them, because they both need me, and it is breaking my heart.
There’s Shayla-Rae who has been my best friend since we were 9. That’s a whole 29 years this year. We were thick as thieves at school, lost contact for a while and when we finally did reconnect after more than a decade, the bond forged in fire, stood the test, and strengthened even more after her dad passed a little over two years ago. She and her husband are expecting. Their first. A petite girl who will be named Lily. Shayla-Rae asked me to be the little flower’s godmother, which both scared and exhilarated me at the same time. She is going to bloom very soon as the due date according to the gynae is this coming Tuesday, the 30th. I am almost as excited as the Mamma bear herself.
On the other side there’s Wolf. Wolf and I have been friends for about 13 years now and had it not been for life happening and our respective responses to those events, we could very easily have got hitched. I could have been writing my bestsellers while he tended to the garden and cooked amazing meals. I love him, and he knows it, but alas, we’re just two star-crossed lovers, fated to either be with other people, or as is more preferable to us, alone. I met his parents when they were holidaying here one year and we just hit it off. I refer to them as Mom and Dad, and in an unofficial capacity, they will always be my in-laws. It broke my heart when Wolf let me know less two weeks ago that Mom had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, Stage 4B. For those of you not familiar with what I mean – Stage 4A = localised cancer, in the pancreas only, Stage 4B means that it has spread. In Mom’s case to her liver and her kidneys. She wanted to see me, and once again, because of life happening, I was forced to put it off. He was (still is) willing to fork out the fortune for me to fly to East London via Johannesburg for me to fulfil one of his mother’s dying wishes. I let him know the soonest I could be there was the first weekend in July. I was thinking the first weekend in June, but explained to him that I wanted to be here for the birth of my god-child (she may make an early/late appearance), the following week we have customers visiting from overseas and because I am the Account Manager for that specific customer, I have to be here. The following week I am alone in the office and the week after I am writing exams. He was fine with it. After all, the doctors said her prognosis was 3-6 months.
But, they are not God. They do not know He plans to call Mom home. Wolf called me just after lunch to let me know that Mom is in a deep sleep now and it is not likely that she will wake up. His words to me, were, “Be strong. I’m okay.”