Nancy Wichmann

I have a friend, and for purposes of protecting her confidentiality, I'll call her "Linda." Linda had some surgery last week for breast cancer. When she left the hospital, she already knew that the doctors were still concerned.

After recuperating alone for a few days, she was getting depressed about her prospects, yet she knew that God was still on her side. She asked me to come over after church on Sunday, which I was happy to do. I knew about the surgery, but did not know yet what the doctors had told her.

As she told me the news, she cried and I tried to comfort as best as I could, which seemed inadequate. Then she said that she had an appointment with the surgeon and oncologist today and asked if I would go with her for comfort and another set of ears. Well, of course, I agreed.