I was feeling sad yesterday sitting in the waiting room with Michael. They were running late with his chemo, so we sat and waited. The TV was on low and there was only one other person in the waiting room. We were alone as we are even if the room is packed. I was drawn to rub his back. I am not sure if it was to comfort me or him. Both of us, I suppose. We sit quietly together and alone full of our own thoughts, fears and hopes.
They call us in. We laugh with the nurses who shelter us with their smiles and good humor. We welcome their jokes and hugs. I love it that they always try to get Michael in his favorite chair.
Lord, help us as we pray in our own Garden of Gethsemane. We too would gladly let this cup pass, but we accept your will. Abandon us not, but strengthen our desire to embrace your cross as our own. Amen