A difficult part of being an expat

When I lived in the US, I had two close friends, a married couple, that I used to hang out with all the time. I would housesit when then went on holiday. We went to Burning Man together. We shared many an excellent meal and had great times together.

Now she's fighting breast cancer and it looks serious. I'm thousands of miles away with a new job and a baby on the way. I can only wish them well from afar. Obviously my "difficult part" is not nearly as bad as theirs, but it's difficult nonetheless.

Mark and Jenn, all my love.