it’s a small world
It’s a sad fact that often in the Palliative Care Ward at the SJRH a patient must die for another patient to have a bed. My father obtained one after Margaret Estabrooks died. At the time, I had no idea who she was. I’ve recently learned that she was the mother of one of my parents neighbours. This is the same neighbour who’s husband had also died of the same form of cancer my dad had. She’s also the neighbour who used to come visit my parents and baked dad his favourite blueberry muffins.
Sometimes, despite the concept of six degrees of separation, the circle surrounding us can be infinitely small.
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October 18th, 2006 at 6:54 pm
It’s less than a week since my own darling Dad was diagnosed as being in the last stages of bowel cancer. It’s like a little kid is kicking and screaming inside me, “I won’t let my Daddy go!” For this reason, I found your blog very moving, Keep on posting – I’ll keep on reading. Blessings, Heather
October 18th, 2006 at 7:38 pm
Thank you so much for your comment in my blog. I was sitting there reading it with tears streaming down my face. It’s a revelation to me that a perfect stranger can hit the spot so exactly, whereas some of the people who are supposed to know you best can say incredibly stupid and even hurtful things (the best one was, “It happens to us all sooner or later”. Arghh!!) It’s good to feel that someone understands – thank you again. Love, Heather