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Cancer?
I learned today that a mom in my local social network has cancer.
Cancer?
Yes.
A lump in her throat turned into more.
I am lost in this. I can't imagine how lost she is in the whole situation. Apparently in the past she had cancer in a leg or both... I'm not sure on details.
I know people survive cancer. But I know it's terrifying. And that makes perfect sense to me. We like to think we are our bodies, not somehow separated. Knowing something is in your body making you sick... or worse that your body is *doing* something that is making you sick without any input from you is pretty freaking surreal.
Dream like.
Hrm, nightmare like I guess.
The only things I can think of to do for the woman are old tired and... not... personal. I want to say things will be ok, but who am I to say such a thing? I want to say I'll help you, but we're not that close.
I just. Wow. I'm so confused I can't even write about it!
I think the loss of southern grace over the past few generations has left me in this spot. What does a modern woman do to suggest thoughtfulness and caring in a world where the two words are over marketed on halmark cards? In the past, it would have meant a dinner brought over, coffee served, talking around a table. Or a Sunday School class love offering.
Neither of these circles are open to me.
If you're reading this, feel free to make suggestions.
Cancer?
Yes.
A lump in her throat turned into more.
I am lost in this. I can't imagine how lost she is in the whole situation. Apparently in the past she had cancer in a leg or both... I'm not sure on details.
I know people survive cancer. But I know it's terrifying. And that makes perfect sense to me. We like to think we are our bodies, not somehow separated. Knowing something is in your body making you sick... or worse that your body is *doing* something that is making you sick without any input from you is pretty freaking surreal.
Dream like.
Hrm, nightmare like I guess.
The only things I can think of to do for the woman are old tired and... not... personal. I want to say things will be ok, but who am I to say such a thing? I want to say I'll help you, but we're not that close.
I just. Wow. I'm so confused I can't even write about it!
I think the loss of southern grace over the past few generations has left me in this spot. What does a modern woman do to suggest thoughtfulness and caring in a world where the two words are over marketed on halmark cards? In the past, it would have meant a dinner brought over, coffee served, talking around a table. Or a Sunday School class love offering.
Neither of these circles are open to me.
If you're reading this, feel free to make suggestions.
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