The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.
-- Hubert Humphrey
I have not felt well for some time now and have had a myriad of tests to try and find out what is wrong. As you know, feeling ill is not fun. Feeling ill and seeing serious specialists is less fun. Waiting on tests results can really test your patience and your faith at times. During all this, there are at least two things that can help you through it, hopefully....love and friendship. I am very blessed to have both.
I am very blessed that both my family (including extended) and my husband's family care and love me. I don't think I understood this until now. I mean, I know my family loves me. I know my husband's family cares about me, but love???? Well, people show love in many ways and at different times. They are very kind and generous people but we have never been close. We see each other for holidays, birthdays but rarely for no reason. I'm going to see what I can do about that.
During my scare, my husband's family...each member, reached out to me personally. How are you doing? What have the doctors said? What tests have they run? When will they know more? These were the questions my husband and I found ourselves answering, typical questions. I guess what makes me feel loved during all this is that each one of them took the time to ask about me and listen and extend help in any way.
Over the last 4 weeks, I have missed a lot of days from work for tests or pain. I am new in the department and the last thing I wanted was to have this impede my performance. Each day I called my boss to communicate my status. Each day he said to focus on getter better and work can be re-distributed if need be. And then, I started getting calls and emails from people at work asking how I was doing and if there was anything they could do for me. People who only knew me for 5 months. On one of those calls, I broke down and started crying. I was scared. My co-worker on the other line stayed with me. She listened. She didn't interrupt. She lifted me up and gave me the strength to make it through the rest of the day at home. She did this all while she was at work. That is how much she cared. That is how lucky I am. That is how blessed I am.
I returned to work this last Friday and had more people come up to me and inquire about my health. They were happy to see me but wanted to make sure I didn't over do it and have a relapse.
Even as I am writing this now, I still can't believe how blessed I am to have so much but most importantly love and friendship. I guess I need to count my blessings more often.