I had a doctors appointment.
And while waiting for my turn.
An older woman came to sit by me. I say older, meaning, older than me.
But younger than my mom, perhaps.
Clearly she was very ill, considering we were in Oncology and she had no hair.
She asked me to watch her things, saying I looked very trustworthy.
Left her purse and her drink and went to the restroom.
While she was gone, I got called back for my labs, and just took her stuff with me. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving it in the waiting room.
I got started with my labs and she came in shortly after.
She sat down beside me, gave me a weak and weary smile and told me I was an angel. Her angel, and that she “knew” she could trust me.
While we waited for the nurse to administer my shot. And the nurse to access her port.
I asked her how she was doing, clearly I knew, not well.
She said she awoke, coughing up blood at 3 am and couldn’t go back to sleep.
I told her I was sorry, she must be exhausted. Which she said she was. She looked quite frail and tired. I was wondering what was wrong with her, as I am always very nosy. But in my maturing, I have quit asking so many questions. Can you imagine?
For those who know me in real life. They will understand this part.
She was quiet for a bit and then looked at me and said.
“I’m sick”. To which I said. “I know”.
She then said, ” I have lung cancer“.
And I said, “I’m so sorry”.
Her breathing was clearly laborious.
She then went on to tell me that she just wanted to go home. That she didn’t want to hear what the doctor had to say. That “it is what it is” and that she didn’t want to burden her daughter yet again with another day spent at the doctor.
That it’s ironic how at this stage of her life, her daughter must now take care of her in a role reversal of sorts.
Then the nurses got busy with the both of us.
I finished up.
And took one last look at her.
Her head was turned away from me and her fists were clenched and shaking.
The nurse was drawing blood from her port.
And I heard a voice.
I think it was His.
And He said go.
Don’t waste this moment.
And, I am sure I was nervous and a little shaky.
I was afraid that my words would come out in a jumble…. which often happens when I am unsure.
I boldly stepped around her nurse so that I could make eye contact with her.
I reached for her hand and said….
I don’t know you.
I don’t know if you even believe in the power of prayer.
But may I may pray for you?
In fact. I just will. OK?
This must be an extremely scary, painful and difficult time that you are facing.
I can only imagine how you must be feeling.
I will also pray for your family as they face these days ahead.
And she started crying.
She grabbed my hands with all her might.
She pulled me in for the sweetest of hugs.
I think she may have even kissed my cheek.
And she said.
My name is Sherry.
Thank you my sweet – darling – angel.
You may pray for me.
I would appreciate it ever so much.
It made me cry.
She cried and I think the other nurse even cried.
The nurse said to me~
As I headed for the door.
That she couldn’t believe I just did that.
It was a blessing to her to witness.
Then she thanked me for my sweet words of encouragement.
And I hurried my weepy self right out of there.
I have never done that before.
If I could pray for them.
I will never forget her face. Her look of gratitude. Her tears. Her fear. Her resolution.
She changed my life in that….
There were some things I wanted to say to my daughter.
Nothing over the top. But still some things I needed her to hear.
Because you never know, right?
Our last moment…. could be any moment.
And, I am sure that Sherry has more of an awareness of her limited moments, than I do of mine.
So, I honored that sad and weary stranger, with a heartfelt and tear filled call to my daughter.
Life is so precious.
Thank God for pushing me with a voice so loud, that I could not ignore.
Sherry~ I don’t know you. Our paths crossed for one moment in time. I believe. A very precious moment indeed. I hope that I touched you in that moment as much as you did me. I prayed for you and will continue to do so. I pray that you will find some measure of comfort and peace.
And I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for your sweet reminder of the most important things in life.
May God bless you and keep you, dear woman.
Thank you so much for sharing this with us today Kristin!