I got a little teary as I entered the brightly decorated doctor’s office. No matter how cheerful the decor was, there was no way to forget this was the place where people receive life changing news. I was standing in the middle of the oncologist office as my friend signed in and filled out a bunch of paperwork. This was my role in being of service to someone who has been in limbo ever since some blood work came back with outrageous numbers. The good news was the CT scans were negative for tumors, but there were still a lot of unanswered questions.
As I sat down waiting for my friend to complete the paperwork, I tried to get interested in the book I was reading. My wandering eyes could not remain steady on the words as they were more interested in the stories of those around me. The demographic was varied as cancer doesn’t care about age. I made eye contact with an older gentleman and offered a smile wishing that I could give more as he was ushered away for his chemotherapy treatment. Then I began to feel guilty about being healthy as my eyes surveyed the room. I can’t help it. It moves me deeply when others are suffering.
As my friend and I were ushered into the room awaiting the doctor, there was a suffocating heaviness. The moment he walks into the door, the landscape could change. One can’t help but feel that in this type of situation. As the doctor strolled in with his kind eyes and gentle smile, he was eager to share that there was no cancer. However, my friend will be monitored for the next six months to figure out why a particular number was so askew.
I look at life as a movie. Each moment is a scene. Taking those scenes and making the best out of each situation presented can be a challenge especially when confronted with one’s own mortality. But, after this particular scene, I see the blessings, the tiny miracles that happen daily. I feel immense gratitude for my friend to be able to continue to live a life full of love and happiness and acknowledge that good health should never be taken for granted.