August 4, 2014
For me, it was just another day on the 8th floor
MD Anderson diagnostic lab waiting for my blood draw. This time it was to check out what could be going on with
this rash that keeps reappearing.
But sitting across from mother and me was a gentleman, a
good ten plus years older than I, his wife, and daughter. He was holding “the packet.” I KNOW “the packet.” And I know that look. The “deer in the headlights” look! It was his first day.
I quietly listened as they talked amongst themselves, asking
unanswerable questions. I saw the
fidgeting, the long stares at others around them. I knew everything they were thinking. We, too, had a day one.
The nurse called my name and I took my turn getting vials
filled to be tested for one thing and another. When I walked back to join mother, I stepped across the
aisle and smiled at the gray-haired man.
“Is this your first day?” I asked.
With a lost look of appreciation, he smiled and said yes. I asked what he had, and his wife (the
newly appointed caregiver) said that they have had a difficult time diagnosing him but had finally decided on…and then rattled off one of the long, rare acute leukemia’s.
:( I gave my biggest smile and said, “Oh,
you've got one of the long named ones!!” :)
They asked me a few questions about my disease and
treatment, and I simply tried to encourage them with the experience that I have
had. To take one day at a
time. That he’s in the best
possible place. To hang on to God
and family. Drink! Rest! Walk! And do
whatever the doctors ask you to do…and then some.
Mother was so funny.
She ran a bit ahead and started asking about things that he had no clue
about yet! It was only his first
day!! One step at a time.
Paul and I feel very strongly that anytime we’re at MDA and
see a “newbie,” we should be open to God’s leading to talk to them. We remember how we felt. Lost. Afraid. While
the team there is so incredible, it would have been great to talk to someone
who had actually walked the walk!
God has given me several of these opportunities over the
past months, and the folks have always embraced the conversation (and me) and
seemed genuinely appreciative. I
guess God made me a talker for a reason!
After a few more questions, we exchanged names. His name is Edward. I told him that I would not have any
trouble remembering his name since my daddy’s name was Edwin and my
husband’s middle name is Edward. :)
So I have added another name to my prayer list. I don’t know if I will ever see Edward again. But God placed me there at that moment
for a reason. I believe He wants
me to Pay It Forward. For all He
has done for me and for all who have blessed, served, and prayed for me during this
journey of ours, I will continue to "do unto others."
For you, Edward, know that you are being prayed for. Take one day, one step, one prayer at a
time. Hang on to God and
family. Stay positive. You are in the right place. And perhaps this past Monday, God had us in the same place for a reason.
“Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.” 1 John 4:11
Hi Tamara!
ReplyDeleteOne of the best helps I ever got was a nurse that helped put in my first port. Before they went to work, she asked about why I was getting the port. Then she told me she'd had leukemia and been transplanted in 1994. 1994! That was the dark ages as far as marrow tranplants go. She corrected me, saying it was no big deal. She told me chemo's nothing, and that she got six dresses sewed on her first round of chemo. She told me I could keep working in the hospital.
While I didn't shrug it off quite as easily as she did, I never forgot her attitude. What's the big deal? She was 17 years past transplant at the time. She's not the only really helpful person I leaned on, but she was the first.
I'm pretty sure her name was Cheryl, radiology at Vanderbilt Cancer Center. If anyone sees her, tell her hi for me. You probably don't want to see her, though.