Please pray for Tifany’s mom

This morning, my mind is on my longtime best friend, Tifany, and her mom, Sherry (pictured).

Some have a right-hand man. Tifany is my left-shoulder girl.

We’ve been best friends since we were kids, and for many years, we played softball together. Her dad, Chalmer, was one of the best coaches I ever had.

I always pitched. Tifany always played second base.

She was always over my left shoulder.

And throughout life, even as I’ve moved away and we’ve started our own families, she’s right there when I need her.

Today she needs me. And you.

Tifany’s mom has cancer.

When Sherry was diagnosed a few months ago, Tifany was quite optimistic. The doctors told her that if she had to have cancer, this was a good one to have. The prognosis was excellent.

But I got a text from Tifany when I woke up this morning that said a scope revealed that the cancer has grown to 4 times the size it was.

Sherry is a hard-working woman. I’m sure she got pretty tired of feeding me throughout high school, during which I probably spent as many nights at her house as I did my own.

She would probably tell you she’ll be fine, that she has worked hard all her life and that she’s overcome plenty of odds and will beat this, too.

And she’s right.

But for her, and for my dearest friend, Tifany, I’m asking you for the only help we can really give her: our prayers.

Pray for health, pray for peace and pray for blessings on this family that has given me so many.