I’m sitting at the Ann B. Barshinger Cancer Institute in Lancaster PA. It is a beautiful facility top notch with just about everything you need for treatment. It’s not the kind of place you want to come and see just to check it out. I don’t think anyone wants to walk through its doors if they didn’t have to.
I’m here with my younger sister who was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had surgery. One treatment of chemo that made her so sick, her system couldn’t tolerate anymore. She still lost her hair. She’s now into her fourth week of a 7 week series of radiation. It’s beginning to leave behind the burns it creates. In spite of all she’s been through, she is doing well, and has a good positive attitude. I’m feeling pretty hopeful for her myself.
As I look around it blows my mind to see how many people are fighting this terrible disease. Today especially I’m noticing more women then usual with no head covers. Their hair has begun to grow back. They seem proud to display it as if it’s their first sign of getting back to normal.
I’m only an observer. I have no idea how they feel or what it’s like. What I see is their bravery. Like warriers they walk with their heads held high, with hope and prayer as their weapon. They’re fighting the good fight for life. And I can’t help but think how heroic they are!