“I’m the only one left. They’re all gone.”
I’m at the local hospital for my annual mammogram and bone density test.
(Oh, by the way
… I’m a grateful breast cancer survivor. Seven years.)
The perplexed secretary persists. “How about a friend?”
“All gone,” the old lady replies. I exhale when she adds, “I can give you my husband’s name and number.”
The secretary is as relieved as I am.
I find a seat and await my turn. The words scream in my head –
All gone … the only one left …
What happens when the husband goes?
Has she outlived her children?
Did she have any?
Not one friend?
Awful. Awful. Just awful.
I lean back and close my eyes for a moment. Faces come crowding into my mind. My heart swells with gratitude.
The random digital clicks on my mobile phone provide me with a gallery of pictures that inspire the ramblings on this blog.
reminds me to be thankful for the people in my life who might think I’m a little weird, sometimes outright crazy, but still believe in me.
They root for me. They encourage me to
They cheer –
– and shower me with
when yet another door seems to slam in my face. They give me a reason to hang on, keep dreaming..
I am thankful for those who believe that
This is my prayer for you, reader – and for myself, of course!
Just think –