More about family
Mort writes of being a family, and I wholeheartedly agree with him. Since my recovery over 4 years ago, I have had the pleasure of communicating with patients across this great country. Some have gone before me and others have followed in my footsteps, but our illness has connected us in a way that nothing else can.
When I was diagnosed, I would never have imagined that an illness would introduce me to so many wonderful people. Some I have gotten to know well while others have simply touched me briefly, yet made a difference. Let me share an example. The day that I bought a wig was difficult for me - for several reasons. I hadn't yet lost my hair and I was trying on one wig after another. The saleswoman was of no help. She never told me the wigs could be cut or trimmed and I thought every one I tried on looked horrible.
Another woman was in the store wearing a scarf. She briefly came over, put her arm around my shoulder, and said, "This is hard, honey, but you can do it. Reach out to those of us who have gone before and let us help you through it." All I could manage to say was "Thank you." She smiled and left.
Those brief words from a perfect stranger made that day a little easier. I still had the same problem, but her kindness lifted me from my misery, and I was strengthened by every reminder that I wasn't alone.
And so as Mort says, we are a family and we are enormously sympathetic to those who unwillingly join this diverse community. We continue to encourage you to write to us and to share your concerns, and most of all, we want you to know that you are never alone.
Betsy