Person A) RJ is an amazing mother of three. Her eldest is in the military, soon to be shipped out. Whack. Her husband lost his job awhile back. Whack. They lost their house. Whack. Her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. Whack. She has had her own scare with BC. Whack. They have no insurance. Whack. She took the time to write ME. I am humbled.
Person B) AO is another amazing woman. Her husband was diagnosed 2 years ago with diabetes. Whack. It wasn't. It has since been diagnosed as pancreatic cancer. Whack. Whack. Whack. She took the time to write to ME. I am humbled indeed.
I think of many many others who regularly participate in the W-A-M game and still...they hammer away.
M and J: She fell, breaking her wrist causing all kinds of problems. Whack. Now you might think "Ah, not so bad, she will heal" Yet, this was her writing hand and she laboriously wrote me a letter of encouragement, LEFT HANDED, which had to have taken her a long time. Also, this accident happened shortly after her husband had cancer surgery and she nursed him back to health. Whack. ALL THE WHILE SENDING OUT CARDS AND NOTES TO PEOPLE WHO WERE HURTING, while she herself was hurting.Wow. I am humbled multiple times.
Our beloved cousins came up from California to visit yday. They are very experienced in the W-A-M game. Their daughter was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 38. Whack. She had a double mastectomy. Whack. A year later, more breast cancer...Whack. Chemo. Whack. Radiation. Whack. Hair loss. Whack. Whack. Whack.They took time out of their W-A-M lives to visit and help us with the Eagle ceremony. I am humbled indeed again and again.
MG: Their daughter (see above) Whack. Whack. Whack. She is a full time teacher, currently on sabbatical who is walking the Avon Walk to raise money for BC, then riding her bike 220 miles on the Tour De Pink to raise MORE money for BC. And yet she sends us cards to encourage us frequently.
JD: RJ's mom. Breast cancer. Whack. Surgery. Whack. Drugs have created problems with her heart. Whack. Whack. Whack. She sends me HANDMADE cards of encouragement. Ok, now I am starting to tear up when I think of these wonderful people who lift us up in the midst of their own pain.
Another BFF: BG, a breast cancer survivor: Whack. Just after DH's stroke, she and her hubby came to visit...not telling us that they found a suspicious growth on her breast and had surgery to remove it...because she didn't want to add to our pain. WHACK.
DH: Lung cancer. Whack. Yet, she calls me to see how we're doing.
Humbled Humbled Humbled Humbled Humbled
There are so so many people who have gone out of their way to be there for us. How? Why? What in the world are they thinking????? Shouldn't they be taking care of themselves?????? What the heck? What I can say is: Thank you. A poor substitute for the superlatives you so richly deserve.
Saturday: Eagle ceremony. Looking forward to the gathering of friends and family who (whom?) we love and adore coming together to celebrate our son's accomplishment. And let me add this: Several people have asked what they should get him for his Eagle. I asked him, and he didn't hesitate for one second. (Gift cards? I-tunes card? a car?) No, he said: "Mom, what I really wish people would do is give to a charity. Preferably one that helps animals." Wow. I am stunned. Yet, this is how he has been his whole life. He has had bday parties where he asked people to donate pet food/leases/dog toys to seniors with pets. He has had food drives for his bday to donate to the food bank. Gotta love this kid. Just for that I won't whack him lol
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