Last week my husband had to be in Cleveland,
starting on Friday
4 days in a row to receive an injection.
That involved 4 hour round trips to and from.
Then on Monday we left for 4 more days for harvesting his stem cells and more shots.
They got 5 million cells in 2 days.
Each day he was hooked to a large machine that circulated
his blood, separating the components, while an IV
replenished lost fluids. It is an 8 bed unit.
Family is not allowed to stay.
Once the patient is settled into the bed
family leaves to wait the 4 hours of collection.
No worry, I had my yarn to occupy my hands,
And so I was pumping out the first 2 rows of my new hexes
and loving it, being lost in my thoughts and silently
counting my stitches.
A few people stopped and asked me what I was making.
Even a older gentleman by the name of Frank,
who was swiffer cleaning the floor. He said what I was doing
brought back memories of his momma.
I told him why I was there.
He said he was a prostrate cancer survivor,
and he also said he was a Vietnam Vet.
I congratulated him on his beating cancer,
I thanked him for his service.
It is times like this that make me a bit tearful.
He gave me a hug.
We are all tied together by a common thread, each thread is a part of a woven cloth that makes up humanity.
It does not take but a minute or two to let others know you care.
Sometimes we are walking the same road and unaware, and circumstance can bring us together as we cross paths.
How many people walk past us who we do not know
or will never see again?
How many share a similar bond,
yet we are unable to see
their troubles and they do not know ours?
That same morning
two women stood with us while waiting for a shuttle bus
that was to take us to the main clinic building.
After a few minutes of chatting we discovered they lived in a
neighboring town close where we live.
The one woman knew my sil, and she had gone to school
with my husband's cousin.
(It surely is a small world isn't it!)
The other woman was there because she
too has the same cancer as my husband.