The impossible dream, come true!

I cannot believe i have started uni -for one week- and have already begun to procrastinate! One week. That is all it took! sad that is all it took. Oh well, just life i suppose? Well today i went to church and every week, i go, i see this lady and she was losing weight rapidly, which made me think. Maybe she could be having chemo? But, as per usual, ignored what i thought and just went on living in my own self obsessed world, until one of the ladies i respect a lot told me of the lady losing weight rapidly's circumstances and how i should attempt to talk to her. Well i again ignored that suggestion because of being stupid and mainly not knowing what to say to her.

 (Approx 3 weeks later..)

My friend told me about her and i should attempt to talk to her. Well, this time i really did think about it, but was a chicken. YET AGAIN! 
Then i began to think...If i was being approached, whilst having treatment, what would i want people to say to me? Well, the first thing i thought of was all the things i really did not like people saying to me: "How are you?" (seriously!? SERIOUSLY! What do you think?). Then i thought of something i thought would never happen and did...

..IT ENDS!
I thought that would be a fantastic idea to tell her and also, encourage her, to keep fighting the stoopid bug she has.

Well, about 3 weeks after being told to approach her for the last time. I did! However, it took someone to take me over and introduce me to her, -me sort of being just driven into a rather awkward situation-, but after telling her why i wanted to introduce myself to her. I told her a little bit about having spot and how long ago i had treatment -things she wanted to know-. Then i told her the one thing i had been preparing to tell her; that the pain, loss of hair, it all ENDS! Emphasis on the ENDS! I -thank goodness- did not have expectations of how she would react to what i told her. As a result her reaction was priceless. After i said, very nervously, 'It does end, you know', she said, sarcastically, 'really? That is good news'
 oh my goodness, i was so relieved. I did not realize i was so wound up over talking to her, until i broke the ice and the relief just suddenly showered upon me. 


It is funny, because i feel a certain amount of responsibility to tell her how it 'may' feel like. I mean, i cannot say i know what having chemo is like, because i DO NOT, know anything about chemo. But all i can do is inform her of whatever she wants to know, about the changes she is feeling in her body. Because i may not know anything about what she ,personally, is going through but i can say that i changed, physically, thanks to the radio and can only assume that the same would happen with chemo. Assumptions though. They i am afraid will be my downfall.


Well, all i can now do is be there for her and at least attempt to see what it may be like to be a social worker outside of my (future) work. I do hope she does well with everything and doesn't stay to sore from surgery for too long. Good Luck!