Today I received yet another card in the mail from my mother-in-law’s hairdresser, which makes this post as good a place as any to acknowledge that I haven’t gotten through this alone. Not at all. My mother-in-law’s hairdresser’s name is Angie; I’ve never met her and she lives two hours away, in the town where my husband grew up (she actually gave him his first haircut!). But, since my mother-in-law shared my diagnosis with her several months ago, I’ve received so many sweet and encouraging cards from this woman. And it hasn’t just been her. I literally cannot count the number of folks who have surfaced from so many different corners of my life to offer their support and well wishes in some way–my students, their parents, my daughter’s daycare center, my dental hygienist, my colleagues, my friends, my family, even strangers. It’s floored me, in fact. So, whenever someone comments that I seem to be handling things rather well, or that I’m brave, I’m reluctant to take much credit. It’s not hard to be brave when you’re bolstered by the love and concern of so many people, as I have been.
Reflecting on this now reminds me of when I was driving home from having my blood drawn for my first PET and CT scans, just after my initial diagnosis. I felt very terrified and alone; thoughts of death crowded my consciousness (as is common after learning that you have cancer). What about heaven, I remember thinking to myself. It just sounds too good to be true… But you could also say the same of this life.
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