My friend is home.
First telephone conversation with me after all she's been through:
"I'm only on the phone with you because you're so worried. I'm not supposed to be on the phone at all. You're the first phone-call. Now. Relax. I am perfect."
"But the surgery? The recovery? The prognosis?"
"Listen to me, I am perfect. My doctors say that I am in such great physical shape I can have the chemotherapy at home and have six weeks of radiation in the hospital in conjunction."
"I can't believe how you're sounding."
"I'm eating like a pig again, all lovely foods, I'm being spoiled I tell you. They all run out of the house and get exactly what I want. Like a 5 star hotel."
"You had me in bits - and now listen to you."
"Listen: I went all through this before with the breast cancer and I had so many other stresses in my life, remember the trouble I had with Daughter at the same time?"
"Yes, you got through that and no flies on you."
"And right, this time is perfect. I am older and no worries and this is an absolute doddle compared with then."
"Well, not a doddle....."
"It's a perfect doddle. So stop all the fuss. I am perfect."