I had the best time celebrating my birthday. My oldest and I went to pottery together. We went out to eat. Joy’s bottle was forgotten by accident at home. Five o’clock is her worst time. She does not suck her finger or use a pacifier. She has been known to scream from the next town over to home without that bottle. Before she had a complete melt down at the restaurant. She did as Joy does. She looks around the restaurant and makes eye contact with someone. She spends the entire time waving and communicating with the person wherever we are. That’s how she earned her nick name mayor. This one woman was speaking to her in Italian and using sign language. Joy was starting to have her complete melt down over the bottle. The woman comes over with a twenty dollar bill for Joy. I thanked her and declined it. She offered it again. This time I nicely declined it and offered a suggestion, if she felt so strong about it to make a donation to the American Cancer Association. She shook her head no and told me, “I have cancer.”
I explained I am a breast cancer survivor. We got to talking and she is terminal with a blood/bone cancer in her late sixties. Late sixties is still too young. She told me in so many words that it had been 8 years. On her way out the door, she told me that I should teach Joy, who was in the middle of a big melt down, baby sign language. I explained I was teaching it, but I have ran out of time. I explained, “I am remodeling a house.”
She looked at me and said, “spend more time with this one.”
I am agnostic, but sometimes I see the spiritual side of these meetings. My mediation teacher always tells me to listen and think about why things are happening. He means it in a spiritual sense. I am thankful for the message I got tonight. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed with the house, jobs and duties of driving my oldest. This message was a big one.