Do you remember the line from the best movie of all time - Steel Magnolias? Isn't it interesting how much penmanship can reveal about a person?
On Wednesday, I had a routine checkup and treatment at the cancer center. I went alone. I always do. It doesn't bother me anymore. But, as I sat there, I just glanced at my medical folder that was on the table beside my chemo chair. I thought, "Hmmm. I think that I'll just glance through this thing."
So, I did. I picked it up and began thumbing through page after page of test results, doctors' orders, appointment notes, etc. After 30 or so minutes of perusing the material, I came to the last page in the chart. There, before my eyes, I saw the very first forms that were required from me last September.
Of course, there was nothing shocking or new on these, but they did strike a chord in me. And, not because of what they said, but because of how they looked. You see, all of the questions were answered with familiar penmanship that was nothing like my own. It was that of my husband.
Instantly, my eyes stung with tears. I remember that day. I remember it well. We pulled into the building's parking garage with matching knots in our stomaches. "I don't think that I can do this," I confided in Brian. "I think I'm going to vomit."
Brian took me by the hand and led me across the parking lot and into the building. As soon as we walked in, two ladies walked by us, one wearing a scarf and the other steadying herself with a walker.
We rounded the corner to find a bronze statue of a bald woman. It alarmed me. "Really?" I thought. "I really have to do this?"
We walked hand in hand to the reception desk and checked in. The kind lady handed me a clipboard with a stack of forms and asked that I have a seat and fill each one in. As I quickly took a seat, I began to write. Tears built up in the corners of my eyes. I looked at Brian, and I know my face must have communicated more than I could've ever said with words, because he quickly took the clipboard and said, "I'll do it. You just tell me what to write."
For the next 20 minutes or so, he asked me the dumbest questions like, "What's our address? What's your phone number? Where do you work? And, how do you spell that?"
Of course, I couldn't help but laugh and then tell him to shove off. But, what a way he has with me. I sorta knew it then, but I really know it now. He often sees my stress before I do.
Wow! The Lord has brought us so far since that day.
Today is my 1st Cancerversary. One year ago today, I added cancer to my area of ministry. What a blessing it has been. (You can read the story here.)