The Kindness of Angels
It’s Day 5 post final frontline chemotherapy. I’m sitting at the oncology clinic receiving IV fluids to help me lessen the side effects of the treatment. I went into surgery December 16th, 2013. It’s May 19th, 2014. There were so many moments over the past 6 months that I wanted to bail. I wanted out of the moment of suffering. I couldn’t imagine enduring what I knew lay ahead of me. I didn’t think I had the strength to prevail. I quickly found out that I didn’t have to rely on my own strength to get through this hell. Help came to me whether or asked for it or not.
I’m not speaking of random acts of kindness. I’m speaking of deliberate acts of kindness. And, it’s ranged the gamut from loved ones, acquaintances, and sheer strangers. I’ve been overwhelmed by these purposeful acts of love. I want to take this opportunity to give thanks to these “Angels on Earth”.
Here’s to You:
Debbie who without fail, sends me daily affirmations, sometimes 3x/day, telling me everything will be ok, telling me that I can do this, reminding me that I am loved. And, though I have been too sick to see you in person throughout this treatment, I feel your presence by my side every single day.
Sheila who used to style my hair when I had hair. When I decided that I didn’t want to wait for my hair to fall out, she shaved it for me. And since that day in January has been missing my hair as much if not more than I miss my hair! Thank you for making me laugh.
Donna for your heart-felt grace and depth of understanding that came from just looking in your eyes.
JJ for bread and pancakes and dog walks when I felt up to it.
Erica for reaching out right after my surgery with such an open heart to tell me how much I mean to you. Still brings tears to my eyes.
To my local Pharmacist, whose name currently escapes me, for asking if there is any he can do for me. He was astutely aware of what I was going through given the laundry list of meds he was dispensing to me. And, especially that day I broke down in tears when the anti-nausea med I needed wasn’t ready. He worked double-time to make sure I had what I needed in just a couple of hours.
To the women with ovarian cancer, who through their experiences with this disease have provided me a road-map for this trip I hadn’t planned on taking. There is nothing like “having been there, done that” to give me the confidence that I am not alone. These women are surviving this illness and their wealth of experience as eased many a panic attack. Despite their own struggles with this disease, they reach out to me to make sure I’m ok. Here’s to you Helen, Angela, Marcy, Sherry, and MaryAnn…..
And, the list goes on and on. I am truly overwhelmed by these deliberate acts of kindness.