My friend A called me this morning at 6:30.  She has been going through such a bad time since her husband has been diagnosed with esophageal cancer in November.  The cancer has spread, he doesn't have much time.

She feels so lonely and frustrated.  R has been treating her with such hostility, accusing her of shutting down and being a bad mother to their kids.  Other friends are telling her that she needs to be strong and just put up with R's anger.  She realizes that this is the cancer talking and not him, but it must still be hard to hear.  Apparently he brow-beat her all the way to the airport this morning, which is why she finally called me. 

Frankly, I don't know what to say to her. I never know what to say in these situations.  I just listen to her speak.  I can hear the tears streaming down her cheeks.  She doesn't cry easily.  She never has.  She is on Prozac now.  I'm scared for her.  I don't believe she will hurt herself.   

All in all...I'm glad she called.  I only want her to heal.  I've never suffered this kind of loss.  I'll just be available for her.