It’s another Friday of a week that has been a mixed bag of good news and not so good news. Remember “Brian”? My patient who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a few months after his stepson died of the same disease? Well, he’s still with us and on the upswing. This week, I got a hug and a promise that he’d be back for more physical therapy soon. My other patient, Mr. M, with the hip tumor is doing great. Thanks to so many people getting the ball rolling so quickly with him, his tumor is already shrinking in response to his chemo.
My dear friend, Sheila Connolly, who has been battling her own cancer for about a year now, continues to send good reports. She has more spots in different parts of her body, but she’s continuing to confound her doctors. Confound away, Sheila!
Another friend’s wife just had surgery for a recurrence of her cancer. This seems to have gone well and she is in recovery mode.
Sadly, another dear friend lost her father to his cancer.
I don’t know if it’s just the age my friends and I are, but it seems we are being inundated with one serious diagnosis after another. Some days, it does feel overwhelming.
Taped to my desk, I keep a copy of St. Francis’s Prayer for Peace. It helps to remind me that none of this is about me. No matter how overwhelming things feel to me, someone else is feeling more, needing more, hurting more.
Wishing you all a peaceful weekend with the ones you love. If you still have a mother here, make sure she knows how much you love her. If you don’t, celebrate something, no matter how small. We are so blessed if we only remember to look for the blessings.