Today a friend – can I call someone I know only superficially a friend – told me she may have lung cancer. I ache for her and am sad knowing she has this health problem. She is a lovely woman. But she doesn’t yet know if she does have cancer, only that there is a spot where there shouldn’t be. Next Wednesday she will undergo a biopsy. Until then, I’m sure she is living in fear of the unknown – a terrible unknown. It’s not right that someone should have to wait weeks to have the necessary tests; weeks filled with uncertaincy and fear. But here I am, listening to her talk about her problems and there really is nothing I can do for her except listen. I know that listening is important, but it is frustrating for me. When someone I care about has a bad cold I make chicken soup. If someone needs a ride, I can offer one. And when someone is moving, I can make dinner for them. But here I am left with the knowledge that may mean life or death to a dear person, and there isn’t anything I can do for her. This will be a long week for her. I will think good thoughts for her – whatever that is worth! And I will call her to see how she is doing. Perhaps that will help her pass the time that must be dragging by.
