"Have you ever stopped to wonder how many cakes we have baked in our lifetime?" Edna said to Myrtle, as the two waited in the doctor's office waiting

She was trying so hard to keep Myrtle's mind occupied with something else. Myrtle and Edna were quite the pair. They had been best friends since high school and had grown together through life's ups and downs. Myrtle had been there for Edna five years ago when Rick suddenly passed away leaving her not only grief but a mortgage that nearly killed her as well. That's when they became more than friends but business partners determined to put their love and skill for baking to good use. Now it was Edna's turn to be there for Myrtle. For the past three months she had thought something was wrong. Myrtle just seemed to lack the zeal and energy she usually had for life. Sure she was aware of the bruises on her leg and arms, but who really ever pays that much attention to such minor details? Doctors do, and they thought that things looked too suspicious, possibly cancerous. Myrtle was beside herself with worry. So was Edna, but a good friend doesn't show that on the outside. On the outside, Edna was a brick wall of support. Oh how she prayed today would be good news.