Realisation Strikes
We the Brigadiers (the nickname for the family team) had planned to go to Spain at the end of November together. That has now been postponed.
That is when the realisation of the situation hit me, that the team was effected.
How?
Yes I was aware to all the happenings but realisation is a different thing entirely.
My Damascus moment was with Easyjet staff.
I had been putting off cancelling our flights to Spain only because of a lack of time issue but did it last Saturday morning. Got my paperwork together, telephoned, pressed the numbers for the appropriate section for cancellations, held on for an assistant who was extremely helpful and who advised me they would repay the taxes and we would then reclaim the rest of the fare from insurance. Grand.
Concern
‘May I ask why you are cancelling?’ she asked.
I told her of the family holiday and my daughter had to cancel because of breast cancer. ‘I’m so sorry to hear that’, she said and asked me to hold the line so she could speak to her supervisor. The music that morning playing in the period she was away happened to be ‘Are we human or are we dancer’. Remember that one. What is the meaning of that song. The bit where the lyrics are ‘And I’m on my knees looking for an answer’ hit so hard I started to break. On return the young lady apologised for keeping me waiting and advised me she had been given permission to give me a full refund by way of a voucher to be used at a later date. I thanked her and hung up.
At this stage I broke and the bits were everywhere.
Elizabeth handles life differently from me was on patrol and came to the rescue. Later I regained my strength.
Empathy and Care
The combination of that question asked in such a mild way, ‘May I ask why you are cancelling?’ the music , the helpfulness of another human being for my situation. I came away much stronger. Thank you so much Bronwyn you will never know what you did for me that morning. Well done Easyjet, extremely thoughtful.
The 16th man
We have so much support out there for which I am so grateful. You know who you are and thank you for being. Not always in word or deed but in a look.
We have three things to help each other with. Words, Deed and Hugs.
But the greatest of these in our minds are Hugs.
It is now 04.59 am. Lorna will hopefully still be asleep. Though I doubt it.
By writing this I should feel so selfish.
I am feeling much better than I did at 03.34.
No I don’t mean it. I’m not selfish. That is how I am coping.
I’m preparing myself so I can help Lorna and Craig. I’ve a casserole to make.
Lorna likes that. Craig’s not keen but will eat it.
But no spices with the chemo I’ve been told.
Good morning. 05.15am
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