“I’d appreciate your prayers and positive thoughts.”
And she wasn’t alone in that respect. Once they heard about my cancer diagnosis, friends and relatives offered to prepare meals, drive me to appointments, buy groceries and run errands. But I didn’t really need that kind of help. For starters, I could keep very little down and was nauseated by a long list of foods. If I even caught a whiff of tomatoes, garlic, onions or other strong food odors, I would have to run to the nearest bathroom. As for driving me to treatments, I found it easier to book a driver through the Canadian Cancer Society, especially on those cold, blustery days when the roads were treacherous.
But prayers were different.
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