I don't know why it seems that I need to get bad news before I understand how blessed I am.
I got a call yesterday from a friend who calls me frequently from the States. He had been talking about how he wanted to come down for a visit but the airfares were ridiculous. He kept asking me what I wanted him to bring me. I said my usual, magazines.
Today, I get a phone call from his cell phone in Santo Domingo. I thought that was odd, seeing as I spoke to him last night. Surprise, he was here and wanted to come by and talk to me, in person. Being vain and thinking EVERYTHING must be about me I asked him what was up and to just tell me on the phone. No, he said. He needed to do in person.
30 minutes later he shows up at my door. We hug, laugh, he brings me the latest magazines, along with a delish cheesecake! We then sit down and he tells me, "this may be my last trip to Santo Domingo for awhile." As he loves this country as much as I do, I was like WHY?
Then he told me, "I have prostate cancer." I sit down and look for a cigarette and then all the questions come. How? How are you feeling? What are you going to do? Have you told your family? What's your prognosis? And on and on.
It was found in a routine checkup. He is in no pain, has lost no weight and looks like his old self. In great spirits and cracking jokes with me. After he left I sat down and felt ashamed. I'm thinking he is coming over to tell me something I had done wrong. No, he was here to tell me as a friend in person and to tell ME that everything is going to be alright. As I write this I'm tearing up. The things I wanted to say, I couldn't. I was just shocked.
Why does it always take something like this for you to sit and reflect on how much people mean to you? I don't know. But today, I am blessed for having a friend like him and I just wanted him to know that I agree, everything WILL be alright.
Have you told your family/friends how much they mean to you?