Monday, September 9, 2013
One Thing That's Next
So, last week, we went to an evening workshop for cancer survivors. It was held at the hospital where my cousin had her treatments. Most of you know how scary that time of our lives was. Now we're over five years out. Still left a big mark. Altered Julie's body. Altered my brain cells.
One of the things I most needed when we were in treatment (the whole family is in treatment, no news to you), was to see and visit with people who had been through it, who had come through it. No one gets through it unscathed, but they do get through it. I needed to see that. Even a wave from somebody who'd been through cancer was enough to reclaim my right mind for a few days. Priceless.
So, I signed up to become a lay minister at church and asked if I could be the support person from our church for cancer patients. I didn't care whether people were part of our congregation or whether they were sick people in need of a person to tell their story too. People who needed and wanted prayer could have a prayer. I could be that person. That living evidence of a return to life and health.
The great good news is that more and more people are getting better. The medicines are better, the research is richer and provides more answers, the docs and nurses are wonderful, wonderful. We love them. Hope is very real. In fact, I don't much believe there is such a thing as a false hope. Hope is hope.
So, I am unafraid. And last week, I talked to the social worker from the clinic and they welcomed me. They said that community resources, and that includes churches, were incredibly important. I'll get to be the person bearing presents: a prayer shawl, a healing journal, some cookies. Visits, prayers, and daily encouraging e-mails. We'll obey the privacy laws, too.
So we're getting started.
Wish me luck.