A week has passed since my last treatment and I feel like I am starting to surface again. This treatment was tougher than the last but from what I hear, that is to be expected as the poisons accumulate in the body. Friday is a blur but I do remember those who were there to sit with me. A special thanks to Angie, Katie, Travis, Amy, Jacee, Carissa, and Joe who entertained themselves, me, my nurse and surrounded me with a sense of support and love. Each of my children, my sister Amy, and my parents took a shift 'babysitting' me during those first tough days. My friend Tammy arrived each early morning to drive me for my dreaded shots. I am coming to love those days...irrespective of how awful I feel because it is quiet, down time with the people I love the very most.
Right before I was diagnosed, I attended a retreat for women in Colorado. The dining room was encased with books and tapes from the retreat for sale as well as a select area that contained purses, jewelry, aprons, and other handmade items. As we filtered in to eat, most of the women browsed through the books and other material for the retreat. There were 500 women in attendance and I was surprised that more did not wander over to the multicolored fabrics that adorned the handmade items. The chatter that filled the dining cabin as we ate was typical for women and did not dull until the announcement was made that truly changed the course of the evening. As we finished the last morsel of a delightful dessert,(you know me, it's always about the food!) the origin of the handmade items was explained. This was a Christian retreat so spirituality was included in the conversation and in the ambience of the room. The announcer began to tell the story behind the handmade articles. These articles had been made by women in third world villages to sell to support a charity that was fighting against young women of their country being sold into sexual slavery. The stories told were shocking and dismal but as the evening ended, it was not the tragedy of the stories and situations that caught my attention and occupied my thoughts. I was so touched by what happened as the dining room closed and we left for our individual cabins. The once slightly overlooked area of colorful patterns became a shopping frenzy as women rushed to make purchases. By the next day, the goods were gone-much to the dismay of those who had not yet made a purchase. Such is the heart of a woman.
Gratitude and love always...Cyndi