As much as I hate cancer and as much as this diagnosis has a panic-inducing effect, there ARE blessings that occur because of this disease.
We all do it…we get busy in our own lives, pulled in every direction—urgent here, urgent there—and we forget to make the time to connect with the ones we love. Even if we have time to make a quick call or email or text, it’s rarely our best focus and attention. This week, Tammi has received many phone calls and visits from friends, friends who are making that effort it takes to visit.
So one of the blessings of cancer are that people show up, just to chat. They come to help with something, but end up sitting and talking. Good talks. They allow Anne to talk about plans for a future boat trip in one moment, followed by tears and a conversation about anyone dying, followed by marveling at how beautiful a bit of music seems today, followed by giggles over the new hair piece. And they share their life with her.
Thank You to the Middlebury locals and the long lost friends who are making those efforts. She feels blessed.
Isn’t this the case! Yesterday Barb Pelton dropped by. The sun was pouring through the windows, I was tipped back in Craig’s recliner, Barb sat down on the sofa and hit the recline button……and we just talked. And talked. And talked.
Not a moment of rush, no urge to do anything else. We just marinated in that golden sun and talked – of this, and that. I haven’t had that kind of talking time since…college days? Remember how you hang out in the dorm and talk away the hours? Well…this is the sort of stuff that heals. Chemo, maybe. Talk, definitely.