God’s love manifests in infinite ways and it’s up to us to recognize it in our own lives.
During my illness and treatment for anal cancer that love has shown up as not-so-random acts of kindness committed by not only my friends and family, but also total strangers. I say “not-so-random” because I know that we are all vehicles for God’s love. Spirit speaks to us all differently and sometimes in very suble ways.
My sisters made plans immediately to come and be with us when they heard the news. It seems like a lifetime ago that they were here. They did things for me like making the slip cover for my sofa and driving me to my appointments. They were also very gracious in “letting” me cook and do things when I felt like it instead of insisting on doing everything themselves. There’s a fine balance between being taken care of and doing things for yourself. They danced it with grace.
When my daughter, Jessie found out about my illness she was naturally very upset. She started crocheting a hat for me in case I lost my hair due to chemo. It didn’t turn out exactly as she wanted so made a purse out of it instead. While at a Christmas party with her boyfriend’s family, she made little cards with inspirational quotes on one side and hand drawn illustrations on the other. When everyone saw what she was doing they all joined in and created the most beautiful and unique gift I’ve received. I was so touched by the love I feel when I open that little pouch and think of all those wonderful Souls getting together to do something to help me feel better. I’ve never met any of them, yet and hope to thank them in person.
My local friends call, send cards, and visit. A couple of them come out on a weekly basis to help me make applesauce or just visit. They also do energy work with me which has been so helpful. It brings a sense of peace and relaxation. What I find so endearing is that they’re thanking me for letting them come and be of service in that way. Those are great friends!
Then there are my online friends from around the world. As a result of my online business ventures, I’ve met people from all over the world. When I told one friend from Australia about my illness, he asked permission to notify some of our mutual friends. It wasn’t but a matter of a few hours before I started getting visits from several of them leaving comments on my blog to let me know that I’m in their thoughts.
A couple of weeks ago I was in the waiting room at the radiology office waiting to see the doctor. The lady next to me and I struck up a conversation. It turned out that she was driving her next door neighbor in for her radiation treatments a couple of times a week (That’s a great neighbor!) and we happen to be neighbors ourselves. I have to mention that we live about 40 minutes out of town, so it was quite a coincidence (not). She was remarking on how much she liked the skirt I was wearing and I said that it was one of the most comfortable things I have to wear (because of where the cancer is located, skirts are the most convenient and comfortable clothing). She mentioned that she sews and could probably make another skirt for me just from using my skirt as a pattern. Mary Lee offered to go buy the fabric and have the skirt ready for me in a few days. My first inclination was to graciously decline, but the inner voice said to accept this gift of love. Now why is that so hard for many of us? Mary Lee came by with the new skirt, some home made chicken noodle soup and some home grown ground beef and sausauge. She has a farm at the end of the road we live on. Her gifts so touched my heart. I hope you know people like her; the people in her life are truly blessed.
The staff at the radiology department where I receive treatment have been so good to me. They are friendly, understanding, and compassionate. I watch them with the other patients and it’s the same for everyone they treat. For a short period of time we see these people on a daily basis and they become part of our lives. When I’ve completed my treatment this week, they will be the only thing I’ll miss.
And, then there’s my husband, Hugh. His sense of humor, untiring patience with this process, and love have been my strength. He makes sure I’m always comfortable, takes care of the housekeeping, lots of the cooking, and our four-legged kids. He’s the best husband anyone could dream of.
There are times I am so overwhelmed with the acts of kindness shown me that it brings me to tears.
With love & gratitude,
Theresa