Sometimes when writing even a difficult subject has to be tackled if the story needs to be told. That is what I am going to try to accomplish in this story today. This is a story that I feel needs to be written to give tribute to two groups of people that are dear to my heart. Those groups are Health care workers and Cancer patients.
This time of year the shopping malls are crowded but so are the medical offices that treat patients with cancer. So I would like to share about these groups so it might just give each and everyone of us a view from the inside as I once saw it. Even though here I am going to try to focus on two certain groups, I would like to begin by thanking all healthcare workers for their dedication and what they give.
It was the week of Christmas during the holiday season. The patient appointments were set up. The physicians schedule was three times heavier than other times of the year. The office was decorated cheerfully. The workers were ready. The patients came to get their treatment before the holiday so they could make this holiday count. The workers had their own personal lives but as they entered the office that life was put on hold. The phones rang off the hook. The waiting room was full. The day began.
The stress was high. The feelings and emotions were at the highest peek. The caring, compassion, hope, and love was in the the air. The workers rushed around doing what health care employees do. The patients sat in chemo rooms sharing stories with each other as the workers attended to them. Christmas music played over head. Families waited to take their love ones home after their treatments. The workers and the patients were tired but no one but no one was giving up. There was a job to be done, a life to be touched, a heart to be consoled.
At the end of the day one might ask these questions. Who gave the most? Who received the most? Who laughed? Who cried? Who persevered? Who fought the battle? The answer to all the questions is just this. Both groups did.
The workers challenged every obstacle and met the test. They gave their all. They gave their best. What group gave the most. I really can not say. Patients came in bearing gifts of homemade cookies, cakes, pies,oranges, apples in crates and loads of gifts for the health care workers. Some patients wore Santa Claus hats. One even dressed as Santa and carried a bag full of gifts. The desks of the workers were loaded down with gifts from these special patients. The thank yous and well wishes were many. Hugs and smiles were spread about from both groups. The spirit of love and hope had over taken that office. It flowed freely from heart to heart.
So as we rush around during this holiday season, let us not forget these two special groups. Let us learn from their example. Let us fight the battle. Let us share the love that we have in our hearts. Let us care and make Each Day Count. Let us carry in our hearts the meaning of what life is all about.
As a Working Boomer, I have experienced many things but these people will always have a big piece of my heart. This was a place where I learned the true meaning of life and what it is really about.