Hope, Trust and Belief
Yesterday was a road trip day. When the word cancer impacts someone’s life there is little that can be done but a road trip surely can’t hurt. My retirement days after being a county worker under the W-2 Form are almost flawless. When another has also taken leave of being a county employee one would wish the flawless would prevail. Wishes aside, the real world of undergoing a double mastectomy warranted a visit. Nothing opens up the visit like a hug followed by coffee and lots of it. The conversation flowed easily as it does most times when gals get together. When the brutal facts of the steps to recovery have been spoken of the eye contact between us speaks volumes and we knew we needed to get on with sharing our passions.
The air was chilly but the walk among the gardens was refreshing. For this fall new plantings were sparse in the new flower garden that had been laid out and prepared when the news of cancer was learned. It was evident there was no lack of hope, trust and belief in the morrow. Though there is no lack of loving support from family, friends and community, I know that this cancer patient is giving back reassurance to each ten fold. I couldn’t help but feel empowered from the visit as I drove home.
This morning with our temps being 38 degrees I found myself enthused to be dressed warmly heading out to the potting shed and gardens to allow the hope, trust and belief to continue here on Stauffer. When the garden work was done I faced the gardens and took them in smiling. I then turned my back to the gardens and just stood a minute sending petitions for healing not only for the cancer person in my life but for everyone of us to allow healing where there is pain or distraught.