another rambling post about how much Heather loves her female friendships

Had the medical issue in the house this week with Scott. Sorry to those of you who don't know the complete details, but rest assured that it is all okay and he's doing much better now.

It was surreal on many levels, but really one of the strangest things is that he chose not to share the thing with any of his friends. Obviously, he's much more private than I am -- duh, he's not publishing HIS private thoughts on the world wide web -- but still, to not need that support?? It's weird to me.

Me, I shared his private ordeal with most of my closest friends and some who don't even qualify for that title. Not because I wanted to blabber about his private life, which I certainly do feel bad about, but because I needed (as they say in the Verizon ads) "the network." I needed to know that I would have people to call on when shit went down. I needed to know that people would be there for me to talk me down from it and help me get through my feelings.

I needed the women.

I always need the women, and I do talk about this all the time and I don't care. The older I get, the more and more and more I cherish the women and love the women and appreciate how much deep female friendships have enriched my life and made me the woman I am today. If I didn't have someone holding my hand or cheering me on during the phases in my life, how can I hope to have the strength to hold their hand and cheer them on? Anyone. Women, especially "MY" women, are awesome and wonderful and fanstastic mythical beings. I just don't know what I would do without the women. To worry, to stop the worry, whatever -- they just know.

Thank you, my women -- I love you all and feel so eternally indebted to you and what you give to my life. We get sentimental and ridiculous about how much we mean to each other all the time, but it's just like any other sacred relationship -- we should cherish it and relish it because not many people are as lucky as we are to have each other.