NOT SURE

I don't know if I will publish this or not.
There probably are no photos.
A few years ago I started communicating with someone on the internet, through a dog list that I belonged to, the Daily Drool. It's about Basset hounds.
This woman of course had Bassets and while at the time I was about the only one whose dogs wrote the list in "Bassetese", Debbie began doing it too.
Only, when I read her posts, they were better than mine.
Humf.
So I thought well maybe I should get to know her.
And one of us wrote the other, don't remember now who did what.

And then again.
And again.
And Again.

And we discovered, someplace in there, that we clicked. We held many of the same opinions, but not all.
We laughed about the same stuff.
We bitched and moaned about the same stuff.
We always listened to each other.
And before you know it, I had a friend. Someone I had never met in person, someone who lived far, far away. But nevertheless, a friend, a sister almost, the one I never had, so I never fought with her or shared clothes or boyfriends.

And now she's in trouble with cancer, and here I sit and I have never met her. What does one do? How did we come to care so much about each other over the internet?

For once I am thankful for technology, because without it I never would have "met" her, never would have been friends, and now, I reach out to tell her how much I care, and how deeply I want her to get better, and how I am holding my breath for her.

It's ok. I have good lung capacity.