The Little Things
One of my significant learnings on this cancer journey so far is that it is the little things that bring the most comfort.
Perhaps it is because when we feel ill our needs get narrowed down the basics.
For me, the little things, which are actually big things in disguise all come under the heading of love.
When I was hospitalized recently for dehydration and subsequent kidney failure, my husband showed up one day with a big smile on his face and a roll of soft, cushiony Charmin toilet paper in each hand replacing the hospital grade rough stuff I had been using. I couldn’t have been happier if he brought me a dozen red roses.
Another little gift from my dear husband was serving Ensure in an elegant stemmed wine glass. When nothing sounded good for me to eat or drink, this treat felt and tasted special as if I was at a fancy party, not sprawled out on my sofa.
When I needed to be reminded that I am on course and that all is well, I reached out to a sweet friend and fellow breast cancer survivor, Tami, so she could reassure me that I am right on course. Another little thing was how inspired I was to look at her beautiful smiling picture so I could be reminded that she got through her treatment and I will too.
Getting a solid night’s sleep is another little thing, which I, unfortunately, took for granted pre-chemo. Since sleeplessness is one of the side effects of the decadron (cortisone) given to prevent inflammation, a little thing called a dose of NyQuil gifted me with a solid eleven hours of shut-eye last night.
Receiving a letter, card or mass card with a handwritten note that comes in the mail is one of those old-fashioned pre-tech ways of saying I love you that cannot be overlooked. (A stamp is a little thing which means a lot)
When I turn my phone on after a nap and see a flurry of texts and private messages pop in asking how I feel today is another little thing that reminds me I haven’t been forgotten.
A gift of essential oils to treat my post-chemo nausea was a big gift in a little bottle from Chasity.
Some homemade foods and gifts have also made their way to my door. These are the pinnacle expressions of love since clearly it took presence and time to create and deliver.
I could go on here and list more little things, but I think you probably get the picture that it is the gift of love shown in countless ways that is the game changer since it is love that heals us, strengthens us, reminds us of the truth of who we are and inspires us to stay grateful.