Last week I wrote of the impending needle biopsy for a suspicious lymph node. The preliminary report states that it is not lymph cells, but rather muscle cells.Needless to say, we are overjoyed. The greatest lesson that I learned, was the kindness of people, the power of all prays, whatever the faith, and the importance in the belief of "goodness in one's life". In the midst of my anxiety, a service man came to my home to repair an appliance. I was feeling very low, at the expense, but his soft words, somehow soothed the dripping washing machine. I asked him in a most benign manner "what can I do for you?" With that the young man lifted his shirt and showed me his ostomy bag. I gasped, as my husband lifted his shirt and showed off his stoma and bag. The irony of this story is that just that morning I collected all the sealed applainaces and supplies, my husband could no longer use. This young man told us he was on Medicaid disability, and supplies were scarce for him. My husband and I teared up, brought him the box of supplies and said to him, it would be helpful to us if he would take everything, as they were his size, and he did. Ron and I cried, thereafter, because it feels so good to share and give to someone, who truly gave us.....the gift of realizing how blessed WE ARE! In spite of the BC, we are learning each day, that if we can get up in the morning, tie our own shoes, and look at the light.....we have been blessed. I am not attempting to be preachy,just to share, that once you and your loved ones are touched by sickness. there is still the ability to find some joy, somewhere, no matter how small. Thank you all, my special friends!
