So yesterday I spent 10 hours at our local Relay for Life. I was on the planning committee. Despite the leg injury I had a very special job. I sat at the Welcone Table all day and greeted our suvivors, those still fighting and the people who had come to participate. It was wonderful and rewarding. In addition, the students from the school where I used to work greeted me with smiles, hugs, questions, treats, and their time. They even procured a wheel chair to allow me to join them in their team lap. Tears in my eyes and hugs all around. I was so touched and moved by the stories of the many survivors, fighters, and caregivers.
Yet as soon as I got home I was smacked in the face by my lonely life. Why couldn't the wonderful feelings last?