At My Table

I sat at a table with three strangers. Three women I’d never seen before; therefore, I’d never met before. Two women knew each other. They talked away to one another. One woman sat silently, reserved, and reluctant. I recognized her inner uneasiness. I felt a connection to her.

At some point in the conversation, mammograms rose to the top of our conversation. I don’t know why. But the shy, quiet woman spoke up. She gave great advice to the two younger women across from us. She actually made a mammogram sound a lot kinder than most women would describe. She over-encouraged these two women to have theirs done even though they were young. One of the women mentions her mom died of cancer when she was 35. This was the bonding moment of four strangers.

Both young women’s mothers had been diagnosed with breast cancer at a young age. The quiet woman beside me had just finished treatment for breast cancer and she fretted about her shorter grey and wavy hair. I actually thought it looked nice and was meant to be styled like it was but I understood her uneasiness about it especially after she said, “My hair used to be long like yours. I don’t know if it will ever be long like that again.” I smiled and simply said, “This hair is only 4 years old. Mine all fell out during treatment too.” Instant connection. Every woman at the table walked in as strangers – walked away connected by a disease we would all rather not have ever known. Yet, here we were reminding one another of our responsibilities to take time to care for our bodies and to remind each other of our many blessings and that good things can come from horrible situations.

Four strangers walked in and sat at a table. We knew nothing of one another. We walked away connected in multiple ways. God works like that!

About courage2conquercancer

At the age of 40, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. This is an account of my journey from my discovery and beyond.
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2 Responses to At My Table

  1. This happened while waiting for the doctor? Don’t we all wish that we can bond about something else instead of cancer?


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