My friend Gail is having brain surgery tomorrow to have a tumour removed. She’s my mom’s closest friend and has known me since before her son and I were born (he and I are the same age). She’s been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember. She has two children’s CDs out with a Jazzy twist to the traditional songs we’ve all learned as kids, both of which I remember listening to for weeks. The tumour is really big; 7 cm by 4cm and it is wrapped around her Carotid Artery, pressing into her optic nerve, hippocampus and pituitary gland. I can tell that she’s scared because she commented on a picture of mine on Facebook and said that she loves me, and she’s never said that to me before. I’m wishing her all the best, and I know that she won’t be able to see this for a long time, because she can’t get her heart-rate up after the surgery for a few weeks or more. She came to visit last week and said we have an outstanding lunch date, and that it’s been put-off so long that she’ll have to take me to the Ritz. That’s the line I’ll use when I see her. “Gail, you’re going to be fine, so you can take me to the Ritz with your funny hairdo.”
You can hear some samples of her heart warming music here at Green Door Music Inc.
All my best wishes are with her.