Another Kind of Love Story
My analyst asked me if I have cried about this over the 7 days since diagnosis. I admitted that initially I wept quite a few times over the unfairness of it all, the sadness of feeling that I would soon be dying and my husband and adult kids will have to do without the supportI have loved giving them. But far more often, esp as time goes on, I weep because I feel so deeply touched by the kindness of family, friends and even strangers.The blurred photo my brother's friend sends from a bar in Barcelona of brother Robert and his wife Peixe giving me the victory sign with great enthusiasm to buoy me up as I go through a day of testing, the thoughtfulness of the nuclear physician and his technician in making sure I get my results asap, the flexibility my fellow students apply to my requests to change our metting times and dates to accommodate my tests etc, the speed with which my daughter says "I'll take you, I'll come with you, I'll help you, I'll be with you through that." Again and again, people are so good to me, and it touches my heart and makes me cry.
