|Yes, we finally got some of the white stuff.|
I was waiting in line in one office to pick up some documentation to take to another doctor, when the body movements of the elderly man in front of me caused me to breathe in quickly. He had the same body build of my dad and the same body language. When he turned to his wife, an elderly woman in a wheel chair with a left leg amputation, handing her some paperwork and speaking in a soft gravely voice, it completed the deja vu. Suddenly tears came to my eyes. His gentle and self-conscious manner so reminded me of my dad that I was going to start crying right there in the reception area. I had to turn and sit down in a corner of the room until I caught my breath.
The man gently turned the wheel chair and pushed it toward the door leaning across his wife's lap to push down on the door handle. He asked quietly of his wife is she was ready to hold the door open with her foot. I jumped up and held it open for them trying to hide my tears. They both thanked me and went on their way to the parking lot not noticing anything amiss.
The next day I was picking up some blood test results from another doctor's office, and after getting the paperwork, was deep in thought about a short drive I had to take to a nearby town for a meeting that I was attending. A 40-ish woman dressed casually, hair in a pony tail, and wearing sun glasses preceeded me into the elevator. There were only two floors to this medical building so she pushed the lower button back to the parking lot for the both of us. Then she broke the silence by staring at the elevator buttons and saying in a broken voice, "I just got some bad news."
"I am so sorry." I replied suddenly giving her my full attention.
"I have to go into the hospital." She looked at me with her dark sunglasses and I could not read her eyes.
"That is such sad news, but I am sure you will be fine." I added ignorant of her illness.
She touched her right arm. "I have a deep vein thrombosis in my arm. I am so scared." She held back a sob.
"That is scary." I said. "But they have so many great technologies these days, I am sure you will be back home soon."
"I am just afraid."
I hesitated not sure what to add. "You need a hug." I wrapped her in a big hug thinking she may be going home alone to no one...no one to touch her or cheer her up.
She sobbed a little and thanked me.
As we left the elevator she smiled and thanked me again for my love. "I just thought these things only happened in your legs." I knew I was taking a chance bringing a political figure into the conversation, but was trying to hard to find something to encourage her, so I added "Hillary Clinton just recovered from a serious clot in her brain and she is doing fine."
We reached our cars and she turned once again, thanked me a third time and then said "She did, didn't she?"
I thought about that woman all the way home and thanked the energies that prevail that I was there and that she did not have to ride that elevator alone. I was so glad to be there.
And, yes, my medical issues stand insignificant.