This has been an interesting thread. There’s a country song that says it all-“Find out Who Your Friends Are” by Tracey Lawrence. Even if you don’t like country music, it’s worth a listen.
I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer spring of 2019. That nine months of treatment was an eye opener regarding the people in my life. One couple actually made the statement that they don’t text, email, call or send cards when people have health problems. How they developed that policy, I do not know. On the flip side, a peripheral friend would text to say she had left a cooler of meals on my front porch-some frozen for another day and some for that evening. I was blown away by her kindness.
Of course there were many responses between these two extremes. I received so many cards, which I greatly appreciated. Many people (even my husband’s golf partner’s wife, who doesn’t really know me) would send them frequently, not just when I was diagnosed. That helped get me through the days when I was not feeling well, worried, fatigued, etc.
People are complicated and have reasons for their responses or lack thereof. Some are just more empathetic than others I guess. I have learned through my own experience and I hope I will fully step up to the plate when needed by others.
Best wishes to all, Cindy
@cmdw2600 We are sisters in the Triple Neg Club, Cindy, though not really a club I wanted to join - but I guess the admittance was not optional. ;). Thankfully, I am still here, as are you, and we can speak to what we've learned, and how that might impact others in a more positive way.
My daughter created a "card train" for me. . . she had a sign up for those who would send cards to me (daily) and those who would send flowers to me (weekly) during the months of my cancer treatment. I was shocked to learn that the list was made up of, almost entirely, clients. My clients are all over the country. . . and they came to my rescue! (People were waiting each month for the sign-up to be released so they could take the flower spot :D). The handwritten notes and cards were such a blessing to me - so. much. encouragement. I posted some of them to my bathroom mirror to look at everyday. I would make myself read some of them aloud, just so I could hear myself say the positive messages. What a gift that was to me!
So, whereas my post for sharing how many others were not there as much for me (physically, emotionally, or otherwise), there was a village of people who went to task for me and put their pens to paper!