How hard it is to even begin to list the many kindnesses and the generosity of so many who are helping me on my way through my "fight against cancer" (so aptly described I now realize.) Each offering of love is precious in its own way: unexpected arrival of flowers from someone's garden, flowers brought to the door by a florist sent by friends from afar, meals provided, cards in the mail, and texts and emails from friends who understand if I am unable to answer promptly (with no expectation that I do so at all.) Visitors, drivers, those who sit with me during chemo and keep me company, all making my way smoother and more than bearable.
There was one gift this week that brought me up short; I was unprepared for the effect it had on me. A dear friend has been coming in to help with some of the household chores I am unable to keep up on (that list is also very long.) While she was still working I had to leave for an appointment. Upon my return I marveled at how clean my floors were and smiled at my kitchen sink no longer piled high with dirty dishes. But it was when I walked into my bedroom to rest that I was brought to tears. It was not only that I had clean, fresh linens on my bed, it was the beauty of a bed with pillows fluffed, bedspread pulled taut and smoothed, corners arranged, and attention to detail that spoke of care taken, thought and love brought to the basic task of making a bed. It had been done perhaps even prayerfully, and most certainly with a grace-filled heart that found a way to make a mundane task into a labor of love that not only blessed my body as I lay down to nap, but also renewed my heart. Thank you, dear one. And thank you to all who are praying and sharing your gifts and kindness. I am blessed.
Note from Elizabeth
Although I am determinedly declaring that I will not allow being a cancer patient to define me, I recognize that in truth, for the next several months, it will in many ways do just that, This blog, Fighting with the Wind, is where my medical updates, philosophical musings, humorous anecdotes, heart-warming stories, spiritual contemplations, angry rantings, and joyous celebrations can be found.