The past few days have brought so many kind gestures my way. I am truly blessed.
This amazing prayer shawl arrived on my porch on Saturday, stitched with love and healing by a most amazing gentle spirit. It's been on me or near me ever since, working its magic. Isn't the colorway beautiful?
A volunteer makes these tiny pillows that are given to all breast cancer patients requiring surgery. Just the size of a doll pillow, it's perfect for slipping inside a soft, snug t-shirt and providing extra cushion around the lymph node incision. The little "hope" tag in the corner makes it extra sweet.
Flowers make any room a little happier. Much nicer than looking at the pills and inevitable clutter that collects when living in the bedroom.
Along with the physical gifts, there have been many blessings from the heart:
sweet words from friends
the best pre-op nurse ever
the breast health care coordinator who wheeled me from test to test and let me squeeze her hand during those nasty radioactive tracer shots
my surgeon, who does the tracer shots herself (instead of having the radiologist do them) to make sure her patients are as comfortable as possible
a freelance design colleague who is covering my jobs for four days so that I can rest
my husband and daughter, who keep loving me through it all