Very strange, scary time. As Austin Ann would say, “Lord A’ Mercy!”
Two days ago, I posted about my friend, T. She’s been in the hospital a week now. She had surgery Monday. Her precious husband and daughter have maintained the hospital vigil. No visitors. Which is smart – hospitals aren’t coffee shops; patients aren’t in there to entertain friends and neighbors. T has an amazing, wonderful cadre of friends in the city where she lives. They are the best. Especially the delightful woman dedicated to giving the rest of us a daily update on T’s health. As late as yesterday, she was improving. Still in the weeds, but better. Love that good news.
We all know how life turns on a dime. We just don’t like the constant reminders. The news this morning was not what I expected. T is going back into surgery at 4 pm. Two surgeries in 48 hours would sucker punch the heartiest person. I can think of nothing but her. Am sure that is a collective feeling at this moment.
After I got the update, I went to the grocery store. Ran right into my mother! She’d just finished a radiation treatment and was nabbing a few treats for her Mahjong gathering tonight. She looked absolutely fabulous. Blessings. I couldn’t hug her because I have a cold in my nose. I told her about T, and all of a sudden, we both had tears running down our cheeks. Smack dab in the middle of the tuna fish aisle. On Ash Wednesday. OKAY, OKAY, WE GET IT – WE’RE NOT BULLETPROOF. But a little mercy would be a nice touch right now.
I have no doubt that T will heal. Her resources are very deep. It is emotionally painful to know someone you love is experiencing so much hardship. Again, a shared feeling for sure. All I can think of, the only thing I hear in my mind, is the refrain from a Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young song. “Helpless, helpless, helpless”.
But maybe not. I can pray. To God. For T to be healed and bounce back like nobody’s business. That’s what I’m doing right this minute. You can, too – even though you may never meet her. I’m positive she and her family would be most grateful.
We all need one another. And it really does take a village.