I had several health scares. 3 incidents where ulcers had ruptured in my stomach and 2 caused septic shock. One Lifenet plane hours away. The first one had left me with 2 drainage tubes and a feeding tube. It took me 2 years of bed rest to heal. I had healed and was moving forward. I was cut open chest to belly button for the 2nd time four years after the 1st just a few days after Christmas. The surgeon came in and told me that he had to go figure out a plan because I would not survive a 4th situation as the one I found myself in again. I was 36 at the time, and my best friend from the 7th grade comes into ICU (she snuck into the floor and my room) moments after I get out of surgery and tells me that my husband, who I had thrown out of the house 2 weeks before for being a tool while I was sick, was all over dating sites and hitting up other women. Why? Why tell me that after I had just woken up to realize I had another long road of recovery? I was stupid or desperate enough to call her in another health situation and was let down by her even more. It took a very long time to realize she had never been my friend. Well, karma is a B. I won't go into details, but her husband unexpectedly ended up in jail with a 2 million dollar bond bc he ended up liking little girls. The story is much darker, so I'll leave out the truth of the matter because it disgusts me so much that I can't type it. While I hurt for her and her children that I helped take care of and loved as my own, I understand two things can be true at the same time, so I also feel like that B got her karma. You can't go around being a mean girl your whole life without it coming back to bite you in the @ss someday. Sorry not sorry.