Your best friend of 20 years called you yesterday to tell you she was diagnosed with Stage IV pancreatic cancer. The oncologist said about six months. She called you first, before her parents. You cried together on the phone for an hour. It's the morning after. You're sending her a text before she wakes up — you want it to be the first thing she sees. You are not going to see her today but will see her tomorrow. 50-90 words. Just the text itself, no preamble.