My dear friend has cancer

There are times your life when you just sit there and wonder to yourself why you worry and get stressed over things that, hindsight being what it is, feel stupid. I had a pretty horrible week at work, but it's all relative. My friend, who I have known for half of my life, who goes to church with me every week, has cancer. I just found out about 5 minutes ago, so I'm pretty fresh with feeling the deep sadness. She told me not to be scared for her, not to be afraid, that she trusts in God's plan for her and that she is okay. I had this vision in my head sitting in church with an empty space to the left of me, where she always sits. I trust in God, too, but I sometimes honestly have a hard time when it comes to applying it to my life. So, I am praying. I am praying for God's will to be revealed, I am praying for her healing and I am just downright praying that I know how to be a good friend to her. I love her so much ... she's a part of my family. Truly, she is my surrogate mother since my own mother and I do not speak. She thinks of me as her daughter and she is very special to me.