Some clubs you join. Others drag you in kicking and screaming.
I first experienced this when my brother died – suddenly we were forced into a club we wanted no part of. We sure didn’t ask to join. But there it was. A whole community of people who came to visit… people who had also lost children, brothers, uncles, grandchildren and they all seemed to find comfort in sharing their story with us. Thank God for them.
And so it’s been the same with my Dad’s cancer. There are people in the grocery store wanting to tell me how their friend, cousin, daughter, husband beat cancer. Or that they didn’t beat cancer and what they learned from the experience.
The oncologist’s office is a tight-knit club.
Everyone knows that the person sitting beside them in the waiting room sure ain’t there because of the flu.
There is a Treatment Room and to be honest – it startled me at first. A room full of people hooked up to machines – it looked to me (of ALL things) like a dairy. But there’s comfort in that room. Those people are a team. They talk about how long they’ve been coming to the office and what they have and how they’re treating it. That room lets people know they are not alone in some stark white exam room waiting for a doctor to come in – they’re with others battling in the same trenches. They are in this together.
Some clubs you don’t ask to join but you sure are glad they are there.