The Night Before

It's the night before my friend leaves to go to the breast center. I feel so helpless. The flowers I planted before I became sick are coming up. The ones in the front bed are her favorites. Tiger Lillies. I can't even go outside to weed the bed or put fresh mulch on it. They all need fresh mulch. But the Tiger Lillies are special. She will be gone for three days minimum. Of course we will keep in touch by phone, but it's not the same as having her here. I know this trip is going to wear her out. I pray that she comes home with good news.