Day 405
It's Wednesday morning, my home is once again quiet. I find myself wondering room to room, picking up, arranging, re-grounding my home. It isn't my home needing grounding- it's me. Yesterday afternoon and evening, I found myself waiting for a family friend to undergo a double mastectomy. I wasn't asked to go, I'm not even sure I was welcome by all and yet there I was.
When my husband's mom was in her final days, a friend of the family befriended me. This beautiful, strong lady of 80 came and sat, she sat with her friend, my mom in law, and she sat with us. She baked goods for us, she stayed at mom's side when we were emotionally spent. She showed me how to organized a funeral. She sat with a back straight, years of pain as her support. I would have managed without her but not well.
Today I question why I went yesterday. It was probably odd as I'm not best friends of the family but I dearly love the lady who was having her life altered last night. If it was my husband waiting for me, I would want a female friend, not particular close but someone my husband could talk to- go. Breast cancer is not a lone event, it affects us all. We are all connected. Should to I have gone to the hospital? I don't know, but I went.
Travel on
