I’
ve been asked at least daily this past week about my cancer. People wondering if I cut my hair (GASP!) and why I have a hat on.
I don’t think they expect the answer as being cancer. One says he is sorry. No need to be sorry – it will all be good.
I’
ve avoided going to bring dry cleaning because I knew there would be questions to answer and I
didn’t want to answer them. I
didn’t want them to see me, because seeing me is seeing the unavoidable that you read in their eyes. Pity, sadness, and surprise.
A lady came in the break room today whom I’
ve seen and said hello to here and again. Asked how I was and wanted to tell me about her son.
In 1997 at 22 years old he was diagnosed with cancer and is doing okay today. Thank God. She said I needed to get through the process and I’d be fine. She sympathized and offered any support I needed, and was a big encouragement. She is putting me on her prayer list, which is the best support.
Sometimes there is a need for words.I needed them today as I face tomorrow.
Dread tomorrow. I’m finally feeling normal and I know I won’t in a few days.
Friday night at the store as I walked to the back alone to get some milk, I passed some kids and their dad.
It was the first time I’d been laughed at for being bald. (I do cover my head BTW!)
It stung. As I walked to the front at the point of tears … I
didn’t succumb. I
couldn’t do it.
I
wouldn’t let myself let them get the better of me.
I met my husband at the front and I told him, it looks like I was the brunt of someone’s joke.
He looked across at me and met my eyes.
His eyes told it all. We’
ve known each other a long time.
Sometimes there are no need for words.It will all be fine.
Labels: Breast Cancer, Encouragement
