The Kindess of (people who aren’t) Strangers

If you follow this blog you know the last week has been kinda shitty. I got bad news as to how many more weeks I have in the wheelchair and Jerry went out of town.

The hardest part or this ordeal is loneliness. Day after day in the house by myself is depressing. So, in my own way, I put it out there. And people responded.

Steve brought lunch. Zoey came over to help me work on her business. Jan visited. Margaret called. Kathleen did a zoom call. Grace came over. And this evening Mary and Rich invited me over to dinner with some of their friends.

And they went all out. They borrowed risers to help them get me up their steps. They put railings on the toilet in the bathroom. They even asked me what I ate.

One of their friends has a daughter-in-law with ovarian cancer. it doesn't sound too good. Buy when I was diagnosed it didn't sound good either. So I tried to impart to her not to give up hope. I hope she does better than predicted, but the best advice I could give is to live each day to the fullest. I don't always follow that advice, especially this last week.

But the last couple of days have been good. I still hate being in the chair, but I'm not ready to call it quits.

A few more weeks and I will get back to two legs two feet. I don't know what to expect. I will be back on a walker, but will it be difficult? Will it be breeze? I really don't know.

But I will have freedom. I will be able to drive. I can take myself to the shelter, or for that matter, anywhere.

But even so, I need to remember this week when people came through for me.

Next week I have my four-month post bladder cancer cystoscopy. I expect it to be fine. And Jerry returns home tomorrow.

I will have my moments the next few weeks. But if I stay cognizant, I will remember the kindness of friends.