(In case you haven't noticed, I've had a hard time coming up with something to write about lately. It's all the same ole same ole lately. So I thought I would share with everyone those that I pray for and why.)
Sara. Debbie. Becky. Allison. Amy. Dr. S. Dr. G. Nancy. Lynn's mom. Megan's mom. L. M. The sweet lady who likes my scarves. The man who likes to gamble. The sweet man who reminds me of Angie's dad from hockey. The man Monty knew from his old job. The professor from BA who's name I've forgotten. The sweet lady with the trees. The lady from WalMart. And myself.
Sara is married to one of my faculty members. When he was originally hired, back when I was hugely pregnant with my eldest, I met Sara when she came to town to find a place for them to live when they moved to Mid-Sized City. She brought with her their 6 month old daughter and we bonded over impending motherhood. She had two daughters, and I two sons, and we both loved them like crazy. She had wonderful advice for a new mom, and the sweetest personality.
Over the years, we would see each other at various departmental parties, and talk on the phone when she would call up here to talk to her husband. I've always thought the world of her. It's been nearly two years since she went into a hospital to have some tests run to see why she was having some gastro-intestinal issues, and came out with a diagnosis of advanced pancreatic cancer. When her husband told me, I was devastated, because all I knew was that there was no cure. I didn't expect her to finish out the year.
I often talked of going to see her while she was undergoing treatment. Of calling her when she was stuck at home recovering. But I never did. I'm not sure why - was it because I didn't know how to deal with her diagnosis? Was it because I was afraid? I'm not sure, but I'm so ashamed of the coward I was.
Later that year, when I was diagnosed with my own advanced staged cancer, I was even more ashamed. Sara called me frequently to see how I was doing, to offer me support as I went through chemo, as I recovered. She offered me ideas as to what I could eat, and shared that she too spend months sleeping in a recliner because she just couldn't tolerate sleeping in a bed. She made me feel normal. She made me feel less alone.
Sara is doing great right now. She sees a doctor at MD Anderson that specializes in her type of pancreatic cancer, and for now, her disease is stable. She is a constant inspiration to me as I go through my own cancer journey, and is always the first person on my list of those I pray for healing. If you are so moved, would you consider adding Sara to your prayers for a time? She is a woman of faith, with an open heart. She doesn't kid herself about what's ahead for her....but the way she handles the day to day and the future to come makes me proud to call her friend.