While setting in the waiting room we got to know everyone. What great people they were. One man was a Marine who served in Vietnam who was there for his brother, one man raised in Canada was by him self. One lady had her husband as her support. The other gentleman was there with his wife. The younger woman was a friend of Sarah's. Then you had me and Daddy. Sarah's friend showed us pictures of her surgery. She made us laugh. The Marine who served his country had a lot in common with Daddy and they told us war story's. They bonded quickly. The man from Canada told us of how he had just lost his wife and how much he missed her. He said life just isn't the same with out her. The other lady was very quiet, her husband held her hand and kept telling her, it's ok honey. Everyone spoke up and told her she would be fine. Even though she smiled I could tell she was scared to death of the word cancer. The man waiting on his wife talked about hunting and fishing and what a good garden he has.
In this small room with only ten chairs a group of people had one thing in common-Cancer. Even though it sometime seemed there was an elephant in the room everyone was laughing and making new friends. Then there was me. I never let on that I had been through chemo. I don't share that every often. I didn't want to upset my new friend anymore than she was.
I enjoyed the day meeting these folks and even though I had things that needed to be done at home as did Daddy we were thankful for new friends. We were the next to last to leave. As each person left everyone wished them luck and how nice it was to spend the day with them. As we drove home Daddy talked how the world wasn't as big as it seemed. We're all in this together and we must take care and support each other. Nothing better than making friends.....
