Good evening, everyone!!!
Yesterday I met the most inspiring woman I do believe I’ve ever met. This week was the time of the month that I take my sister for her monthly IVIG treatments. We always seem to meet some of the most amazing people during this time.
We’ve been going for more than a year now, so we’ve met a good many people and of course made such wonderful friends of the nurses. We see a lot of the same people each month and of course chat away the five to six hours we’re there.
We walked into the large room, set up with seven recliners, iv machines, vitals machine, desk with computer area the nurses chart in (but other than that, they have little time to spend in that area). Two of the recliners set close to big windows overlooking the roof of the floor below and in the distance one can see the outline of larger buildings and trees.
In one of these recliners by the windows yesterday sat a young woman with a lovely foreign accent. Her brown eyes sparkled with laughter. Her dark black hair glistened against the daylight even though a snow storm raged outside behind her. Every aspect of her being just glowed.
She smiled at us when we entered and set up for our long day in the recliner off to her right. She began the usual general chitchat the patients do when another patient arrives for their treatments.
“Hello.”
“Its crazy cold out there today, isn’t it?”
You know a whole lot of talk about everyday things versus the elephant in the room.
She then moved into how wonderful it must be to have sisters. The kind that will help you when you’re ill. That dynamic smile of hers never faltered once as she spoke.
Soon her time was up, her treatment for this week behind her. The nurse gave her five high fives, you see, yesterday was her five year mark of cancer free. Only two weeks left of her weekly treatments before she will no longer have to visit our wonderful angels at the outpatient treatment room.
We congratulated her on her achievement only to have her pull up one of the stools in the room and settle in for a few moments chat. She told us of her story the story I am about to relate to you today.
See six years ago, she walked into a doctor’s office in her country only to be told her body really wasn’t sick at all. That she didn’t have anything wrong with her, even though she knew deep down something was horribly wrong.
She came to our country, she didn’t say why or how only that she came. She visited a doctor who told her, “Get your affairs in order, you only have two months to live.”
As she told us of those early days of diagnosis my heart ached for her. The devastation she must have felt. Yet, even as she spoke of this time, that same smile remained in place, filling this normally solemn room with such light, so much hope.
She spoke of faith and knowing that we are only human. That we have limits as do our doctors, however, the One Above, he holds all within his grasp and what may limit us or doctors does not limit the good Lord. She held strong within her faith, turning her life over and even begging to be brought home.
Yesterday was her five year mark of being cancer free. The woman who should have long ago went home to meet her maker, was standing right there in that room, talking with us, lighting up the world with her very being.
I still see her face this evening as I write this blog. Such a beautiful soul. Every aspect of her as genuine as a morning sunrise. A true miracle in the flesh.
She and I discussed writing. I encouraged her to write her story and told her no one in this world would be better at telling the world than she. I do hope she does, because her story is one worth hearing. I’ve given you the gist of the story but there is so much more to it than even I’ve touched base on.
I wanted to share the impact this woman had on me. How I noticed how she smiled even though life had dealt her a rough hand. How even in the face of things she held strong to her faith reminding me how many answered prayers I myself had received over the course of the last few months and numerous answered prayers over the course of this week alone.
She reminded me that even when I think my own life is a disaster or falling apart, there are others who are going through so much more than I. Through her testimony I remembered we can have our bad days, but do not dwell there, for that is not the why of such days, but to learn the lessons taught and take those teachings to the next level.
Even though she and I practice different faiths, I am prompted to remember why I follow the path I do and how strong that commitment is and always will be.
She was given a story to tell and so was I. Mine may be romance novels, hers based on the story of her life, but it reminded me that we all have a story to tell and no one can tell our story better.
Everyone have a lovely evening!!!
Blessings to all!!!
Yesterday I met the most inspiring woman I do believe I’ve ever met. This week was the time of the month that I take my sister for her monthly IVIG treatments. We always seem to meet some of the most amazing people during this time.
We’ve been going for more than a year now, so we’ve met a good many people and of course made such wonderful friends of the nurses. We see a lot of the same people each month and of course chat away the five to six hours we’re there.
We walked into the large room, set up with seven recliners, iv machines, vitals machine, desk with computer area the nurses chart in (but other than that, they have little time to spend in that area). Two of the recliners set close to big windows overlooking the roof of the floor below and in the distance one can see the outline of larger buildings and trees.
In one of these recliners by the windows yesterday sat a young woman with a lovely foreign accent. Her brown eyes sparkled with laughter. Her dark black hair glistened against the daylight even though a snow storm raged outside behind her. Every aspect of her being just glowed.
She smiled at us when we entered and set up for our long day in the recliner off to her right. She began the usual general chitchat the patients do when another patient arrives for their treatments.
“Hello.”
“Its crazy cold out there today, isn’t it?”
You know a whole lot of talk about everyday things versus the elephant in the room.
She then moved into how wonderful it must be to have sisters. The kind that will help you when you’re ill. That dynamic smile of hers never faltered once as she spoke.
Soon her time was up, her treatment for this week behind her. The nurse gave her five high fives, you see, yesterday was her five year mark of cancer free. Only two weeks left of her weekly treatments before she will no longer have to visit our wonderful angels at the outpatient treatment room.
We congratulated her on her achievement only to have her pull up one of the stools in the room and settle in for a few moments chat. She told us of her story the story I am about to relate to you today.
See six years ago, she walked into a doctor’s office in her country only to be told her body really wasn’t sick at all. That she didn’t have anything wrong with her, even though she knew deep down something was horribly wrong.
She came to our country, she didn’t say why or how only that she came. She visited a doctor who told her, “Get your affairs in order, you only have two months to live.”
As she told us of those early days of diagnosis my heart ached for her. The devastation she must have felt. Yet, even as she spoke of this time, that same smile remained in place, filling this normally solemn room with such light, so much hope.
She spoke of faith and knowing that we are only human. That we have limits as do our doctors, however, the One Above, he holds all within his grasp and what may limit us or doctors does not limit the good Lord. She held strong within her faith, turning her life over and even begging to be brought home.
Yesterday was her five year mark of being cancer free. The woman who should have long ago went home to meet her maker, was standing right there in that room, talking with us, lighting up the world with her very being.
I still see her face this evening as I write this blog. Such a beautiful soul. Every aspect of her as genuine as a morning sunrise. A true miracle in the flesh.
She and I discussed writing. I encouraged her to write her story and told her no one in this world would be better at telling the world than she. I do hope she does, because her story is one worth hearing. I’ve given you the gist of the story but there is so much more to it than even I’ve touched base on.
I wanted to share the impact this woman had on me. How I noticed how she smiled even though life had dealt her a rough hand. How even in the face of things she held strong to her faith reminding me how many answered prayers I myself had received over the course of the last few months and numerous answered prayers over the course of this week alone.
She reminded me that even when I think my own life is a disaster or falling apart, there are others who are going through so much more than I. Through her testimony I remembered we can have our bad days, but do not dwell there, for that is not the why of such days, but to learn the lessons taught and take those teachings to the next level.
Even though she and I practice different faiths, I am prompted to remember why I follow the path I do and how strong that commitment is and always will be.
She was given a story to tell and so was I. Mine may be romance novels, hers based on the story of her life, but it reminded me that we all have a story to tell and no one can tell our story better.
Everyone have a lovely evening!!!
Blessings to all!!!