Friends help make kancer be less krappy

So my kid ended up in emergency last weekend, three days after my mom headed back to Ontario. Four stitches later, and not allowed to go to daycare or play like a normal 5-year-old boy made for a stressful week. Without my friends, I would have likely ended up in a padded room.

My new friends

There are the friends I've met at my current job, who I may never have encountered otherwise. Tony is one of them. He told me about the video above, and I told him I needed to see it. Tony knew I had a crappy week, and posted it today. Enjoy!

I came home, and saw Tony's video on my Facebook wall, after having a nice walk with another friend from work, Melissa. Just another reason to be glad I took my job. I'll share more about these fantastic folks in further posts.

My old friends

No, not old, old. I mean friends I've known for several years. Patti, who helped look after the boy the day after his accident. Bret and John, who helped us out the day of an oncologist's appointment by getting up in time to be here at the ungodly hour of 8 a.m., the former to babysit, and the latter to give us a lift. Erica, who gave me a lift to another appointment, and kept the kid entertained.

Then there are the many friends who have been helping to keep my spirits up with e-mails, texts, and phone calls. And my best friend of all, my husband, who is handling an excessive amount of crazy these days.

Play the kancer kard

If you're dealing with an illness, call on your friends. Don't feel guilty. Chances are, they'll go above and beyond the call of duty.