In 1 month it marks a year since Mary has been finished with chemo.
She started volunteering at the hospital a couple weeks ago. She is working on the same floor where she received her treatments. She can go into rooms and ask if anyone needs anything and spend time talking with them. This week she talked to a woman, younger than her, who had leukemia and she was nervous about getting her port out.
She’ll make a difference, probably more than she’ll ever know in these peoples’ lives. Her kind smile and warm spirit will give many comfort and courage. And they’ll ask her story, too and she’ll be honest about the hard parts. But she’ll also be able to tell of the remarkable healing it brought to her life and heart. She’ll be able to show them that this isn’t the end. Yes, some will die, but we can leave a legacy. It’s up to us which legacy we choose to leave. Cancer may beat our bodies, but it’s up to us if it beats our souls.
The lump in my throat still hasn’t subsided when I think of this journey. I still close my eyes when I’m in a public place to stop the tears from falling. And when I think of Mary, my little sister, with short hair and body full of scars walking into those rooms to spread hope…I am overwhelmed.
Man, life is a beautiful thing.