Janet

Janet

Geese From Above

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On Monday’s I’ve taken to visiting with my friend Howard. We sort of spend the day together waiting for the chemo to do its job in his body. He’s a bit battered with the battle; battles for health aren’t clean and simple. We haven’t really settled into any kind of routine; we are feeling out how to have the days go, with the exception that I now recognize the look that means, “could you rub my back?” I really like it that Howard isn’t bashful to ask. When I put my hands to the task I wonder about the times Christ or his disciples put their hands to healing and how the news of those miracles traveled through the cities and towns where they occurred. Don’t you know everyone wanted to feel those touches? I try to concentrate on sharing my health and stamina with Howard through my ministrations, but mostly, I hope that I am not hurting him and that I am providing some ease, because truly I have no idea what I am doing. In between those times, I try to follow whatever lead Howard gives.

This week, when I arrived, I knocked on the door. A tiny bit of panic bubbled in my stomach when the doorbell wasn’t answered. I waited a bit and then knocked. No answer. I peered through the window and tried the other door. No answer. The bubble of anxiety was taking over. You should know that Howard has another companion, his beloved wife’s mother. Howard and Elaine are close; it’s easy to know why, they see the worl