Although we can appreciate each of these expressions, there tends to be one that speaks to us most, in which we deeply feel loved. Unfortunately for my husband, I feel most loved by Acts of Service. If only I could be bought off with a ring. But, no, I prefer him hauling barrels of compost to my garden beds each spring, which he loathes.
I bring this up because during the cancer treatment process--or, I should say ordeal--people have been amazing in showering me with love. I've received cards and books and warm pajamas. I've been sent dozens of cards with touching sentiments. People have told me how special I am and how I've impacted their lives. All of these things have greatly moved me.
In addition to these gifts, the Acts of Service have carried me through the most difficult times, and I can't emphasize enough how vital it is to have people lend a hand -- and be able to accept their generosity graciously.
I've pretty much been on the giving end of the equation, in which I was control, I was the strong one, I was capable. I suspect this is true for most breast cancer patients.
Being on the other side, in which I was the vulnerable one, the weak one, the dependent one...well, that was hard to accept. And a lot of that has to do with pride. It's hard to admit to yourself that you're not the all powerful, invincible super-woman you thought. You're mortal like the rest.
Once again, during this last surgery, I had friends who took the time, trouble and effort to sit at the hospital during surgery, drive me places, bring me homemade soup, walk my dog, run my errands...lend a hand anyway they could. Of course, my husband and my parents were there for me along the way. But having friends to give them some relief was an enormous gift. They are the super-women.
Throughout my experience with cancer, I've learned many things, but one of the most crucial lessons is this: you simply can't get through cancer without the love of others.
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