Last week, I heard that an acquaintance was in the hospital due to lung cancer. She has a 6 year old daughter. The day I visited her was not one of her good days. She seemed exhausted and was out of it. She was suffering with chest pains and the doctors were coming in and out of the room. The goody bag that I had stressed over putting together seemed meaningless. Did she really need two pairs of slippers or scented lotion?? As I got in the car, I burst into tears.
I have been thinking about her all week. Some days I hear good news. Other days, not so good. I have arranged for an Energy Worker to visit her at the hospital. I experienced a session myself last Friday on my birthday, which I will share in greater detail in another post. In the meantime, the latest news was that she had gotten some sort of bug and was in isolation.
Every time my kids start whining or driving me up the wall and I am ready to scream bloody murder, I think of Michele. I bet she would do anything to be in my shoes versus in a hospital bed, praying she lives to see her daughter go into first grade. I know that is one of her hopes because she uttered those very words when I saw her.
My life is good. It’s more than good. Feel free to slap me if I ever forget. And please keep Michele in your thoughts and prayers. Thank you.