I recently published a post about our experience in waiting rooms and how they can mean more than just waiting. In case you missed it, click here to read it. The reason why I am bringing it up again, is that just yesterday, one of the other moms in the waiting room struck up a conversation with me. She is one of the parents I always see and with whom I politely exchange hello’s, but we’ve never had a conversation.
She was in a chatty mood and asked how Little Dude’s treatment was going. Her son had finished treatment not that long ago and was waiting for a routine check-up. His hair was already grown in and his cheeks were a healthy, rosy red. His mom shared details about his condition, and of course seemed curious to know about Little Dude. Although I don’t usually like to share specifics, especially with strangers, I felt like it would be rude to hold back too much. I disclosed to her what he had and how he was being treated, but left it at that. Her son had been through a lot, including 9 months of treatment and having part of his leg amputated, but he was managing his prosthetic well, and hoped to resume playing baseball soon.
The whole time I was talking to this woman, I noticed she had a scarf tied around her head.
I thought to myself, “No way, it couldn’t be. That would not be fair. At all.”
And then she told me.
During her son’s treatment, she too was diagnosed with cancer, had surgery, and was now undergoing chemotherapy.
Talk about having strength. She is Hercules compared to me.
From day one of Little Dude’s diagnosis, I wished it was me, instead of him having to endure all of this.
But, since we can’t will it any other way, I am at least thankful that I am able to take care of him and be by his side through this whole ordeal.
And now I’m going to say the phrase out loud that I hated everyone saying to me: “I can’t imagine…”
But truly…I can’t imagine being sick myself and not being able to take care of my child who is also sick.
But somehow, this woman made it look easy.
She was smiling and talking about her situation like it was an annoying inconvenience.
I was and am still awed by her.
No question in my mind: I think I met a real life Wonder Woman yesterday.