You can call me a wimp

Last night I got together with two friends - one of whom I haven't seen in over 30 years. We were laughing about the fact that when we last got together we were too young to drink in a bar legally. The other friend is one who I have kept in touch with pretty much all through the years. We both have RA but her's is much more under control than mine, or maybe my fibro and back pains make me more complicated.

We caught up on life and loves over the decades. My RA friend's husband is dealing with stage IV colon cancer and is in clinical trials because there is nothing much else left. Based on my other friend's reaction to that news, which was surprised, supportive, and dismayed, I was unsure about sharing all my health news. I said my health is horrible but I'm still here. I skipped the cancer parts.

Why was I hesitant? Because once burned, twice shy. I have been burned too many times but old friends who run from the word cancer. We already have plans to get together again so I'll wait and decide later.

But in the meantime, you can call me a wimp.