Today is National Best Friends Day.

There are two people I used to consider my best friends.

One I haven’t spoken to since Prince died, because she texted me about it during lunch, but never replied to my text about inviting her to my birthday party.

This was one of the big ones and my best friend wasn’t there and she didn’t even wish me a happy birthday.

But yes, Prince’s death was tragic enough to warrant a text.

The other I last spoke to a week after my birthday. She’s getting married in the next few days.

I wasn’t invited.

I wasn’t told when she got engaged.

I found out on Facebook.

Friendships are truly a funny thing.

It was National Cancer Survivor Day three days ago.

My last few biopsies have been negative.

Am I a survivor?