Thoughts About Love

You know you are loved when:

. . . You look like a balding chimpanzee and your husband kisses you without flinching.

. . . Your mother insists on accompanying you to a full day’s worth of pre-surgery hospital appointments when she is ill herself.

. . . Your father, at age 82, drives through a pounding rainstorm to take you to chemotherapy.

. . . Your sister interrupts her hectic schedule to visit you after surgery, and takes the time to write a guest piece for your blog.

When your brother, with whom you’ve never exchanged endearments, hears of your cancer diagnosis and calls to tell you he loves you, that’s more than love. That’s a blessing.

When friends hear of your breast cancer and send flowers, gifts, and cards, that’s love.

When friends knit you caps, send books, invite you to dinner, bring soup, have you mentioned in their church prayers, arrange to have your house cleaned, and take you to see a play for a nice diversion, that’s love.

When friends give of their time to visit, give practical advice, or call to cheer you up, that’s love.

I am surrounded by love. And I am most grateful. I send hugs and love to all of you, too.