The Saints and the Angels

Day 70 

 God Bless The Saints and the Angels              

 

This post is about the Saints and the Angels in my life and how important they are to my care and my healing.  

 

The Saints are those who draw my blood each Wednesday, who speak to the specialty pharmacy to renew my prescriptions, who bring me water and tea when I am getting my infusions, who answer my emails when I am confused about dosage of a med that I am taking.  They are mostly all overworked and probably under loved by patients around them.   On January 1, 2022 I asked my children who they wanted to help this year, my youngest daughter said “Health care workers!  They are overworked and put themselves in danger every day and no one is taking care of them!” Amen. 

 

The Angels are my family, my friends, former colleagues and classmates who have reached out and made me feel supported in recent weeks.  

 

My children flew to my side and cleaned all of the plastic and toxic chemicals out of my house.  They reorganized my refrigerator, closets and cabinets to make more space and make life feel calm.  These angels stocked my refrigerator with organic carrots and vegetables and tofu and golden milk to make sure that everything I eat is healthy.  One angel bought me a fleece shawl and warm socks to wear to my infusion appointments.  They make me spinach juice and breakfast sandwiches and burritos and anything and everything I might want to eat.   They walk with me each day.  They watch movies with me at night. They write me beautiful notes telling me how much joy I’ve brought to their life.  They leave little gift bags around the house with just the things that they know I love. They look after me 24/7 whether they are at school or at home.  I can’t believe that I ever took such good care of them.  

 

My husband thoughtfully found an organization where I can work out with other cancer patients to build strength.  He tirelessly lugs 5 gallon bottles of water bottles and groceries up the stairs of our condo to make sure that we don’t run out of anything. 

 

The angels are also the friends who showed up at my door as soon as they heard my news and ran to get my MRI CD from ONS.  The friend who sat in the lobby of my building with me to talk because I couldn’t go anywhere else, who listened in on my zoom call as I had a consult with a new doctor and asked questions that I forgot to ask. The angels ask if they can take me to my appointments or pick me up from them.   They call and write and remind me that despite COVID’s separation, we are still friends. 

 

Other angels call, write texts, notes, emails and reach out otherwise.   I did not think anyone was going to read the link to my blog I posted on Linked in.  I also knew that if I didn’t publish the blog somewhere public no one would ever see it.  God bless the Linked in angels. Thank you for reading. 

 

My mother and brothers and their wives check in on my weekly and have been generous with their time and resources making sure they understand what I need. 

 

My employer is gracious when I oversleep and plug in to work in a fog.  


I’m guessing that if you are reading this because you know me and you care, I would put you in an angel or saint category and I thank you for it.  

 

I will surely never be able to list all of the kindnesses shown me in recent weeks.  Please excuse me if I missed something.  

 

I often wonder if I would have been kind enough, sensitive enough, smart enough, fast enough to make these efforts that have been made for me.  I’ve learned a lot about how to show love from the love that others have shown me.  For this I feel lucky. 

 

The way I end most of my blogs is by saying, “take care of your heart and it will take care of your mind and body” because I believe it. Thank the saints and angels in your life and treasure those relationships.   Give to them what you would like to receive.  

 

Anyone who knows me knows that I think “Cancer is caused by sadness and sugar.”  Doctors are surely rolling their eyes when they read this, but it is my truth.  While deep sadness can put our bodies in a state that make us vulnerable to cancer, deep love and care can give us the motivation and the hope to heal ourselves.  

 

Thank you for helping me heal.  When you aren’t sure how to help someone who is sick, find a way to show them care, kindness and love and attention.  It will mean the world to them.


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