A blog of no uncertain musings. What goes on in my mind is often a source of wonder to me. |
I'm constantly reminded that no one really goes on a journey alone. Okay, I know that is not true. Far too many folks face their troubles in life alone. That is an awful truth. The fact that I can make that initial statement, is a testament to those in my life, and is a blessing I don't take for granted. And for all of them, I'm both grateful and thankful. I've written a number of blog entries about my journey with cancer more as a therapeutic way of coping with the immensity of my current situation. I suppose I've had trials in my life like most people have at one time or another. But this trial seems bigger than the others. And yet .... I met my oldest daughter's husband's mother about five years before we became family through marriage. Ms. B (name withheld for privacy) is an out-going, full of life lady who always has something positive to say about those she meets. Her smile and humor is infectious. Thought a couple years younger than I, she was diagnosed with cancer about a year before me. She had a rougher go of things that I did. Yet, she's maintained her composure throughout and is a huge reason for me coping with my cancer as well as I have. Dealing with cancer is an intensely personal odyssey. There are so many different forms. Despite her cancer being different from mine, she has been able to share a lot of wisdom with respect to dealing with cancer in general and doctors as they treat my illness. Ms. B. and I have texted and talked weekly since my diagnosis. She has been a God-send to me. I only hope our give and take has provided some solace to her as well. As I think back on our friendship, I remember a story about her. When her son told her of his intention to ask for my daughter's hand in marriage, she told him that no matter what happens in the future, my daughter would always remain her friend. Whether through good times or bad, that kind of loyalty should never become out-dated. |