It was one of those emails you hate to receive. “Our friend, X, has been diagnosed with breast cancer.”

Then the email, sent by the World’s Greatest Friend Nancy, went on to ask each recipient to sign up to bring at least one dinner to help the family as their mom fights the Chemo Wars.

I looked over the list and was struck by the realization that nearly everyone on it had brought meals to me when I was fighting my battle with cancer. And that was over 16 years ago.

So, with a grateful heart and a sense that some things do come full circle, I delivered my first meal tonight. And I told my friend, “I actually know that the women on your support team are v-e-r-y good at this. You relax and do what the doctor tells you to. I can guarantee they will do everything they can to get you well.”