My usual thing is to have a cup of coffee, while waiting
for Bill to pick me up. The waiting room
is a pleasant library with tables and books on cancer and a welcomed coffee
pot. This day was similar to all other
days except a pleasant lady about my age came in and sat down. She was friendly and I asked if I could get
her a cup of coffee. She said she just
had a cup and she was waiting for her daughter of fifty, who was having
radiation treatment for a cancer tumor of the brain and lung cancer. I thought to myself thats too much to
bear. She continued to tell me her foot
still hurt from the recent break. Then
she went on to say she had four children and she lived with the daughter who
had the cancer. This lady I learned had
a string of many illnesses. Some were open-heart
surgery, diabetes, high blood pressure and numerous falls. To say the least she was not happy. Who could be with so many ills and traumas? She had no money, as she owed her daughter
$500.00, which was half of her monthly income.
She had no teeth. My heart went
out to her. I listened. There were cards on the counter near us. I went over and got one of the cards. It was for a social worker in the hospital,
with her phone number on it. I asked
If she wanted to use my phone and call for an
appointment, instead she held the card tightly to her and said she would do it
another time. In walked Bill. I introduced her to him. I did the normal good byes and wished her
good health. She was pleased when I told
her I would say prayers for her. When I
walked out to the car with Bill, I looked in my purse and saw I had monies in my purse. I reached in, got the monies out, went back
in the waiting room, patted her on the shoulder, hugged her, and told her she
was dear. She thanked me. I went out in
the sun light and I think of her at this moment, even though days have passed.
Hugs to all, phyllis 05/06/1933 www.women70andover.com
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