The oncology story

I needed to visit a dermatologist. This doctor was the lead dermatologist for the hospital, so I thought "Great; I will get great care." Yes I did. What I did not expect was that his office would be located inside the cancer center. I wandered the many buildings of the hospital site until I stood directly in front of a 4 story white building, with the huge words, "Cancer Center" on them. I mustered the energy to walk inside, as I was just there for a consultation. As I couldn't find the stairs, I entered the elevator and the woman next to me asks, "Does anybody know what floor chemo is on?", as if asking for directions to the library. I found my way to the second floor. I was checked in, as if being admitted to a hospital and sat in a waiting room big enough to play basketball in. I sat anxiously thinking about the people waiting next to me, the people in the elevator. What was I doing there? What is the story of the person next to me? Why are we spread so far apart that we couldn't chat with our neighbor was sad. My name was called. When my appointment was done and I left through the elevator. I wondered about the people in the elevator on the way down, feeling a burning desire to share with the person next to me how I help others heal through story, yet wanting to be sensitive to their current situation. I left the building, the hospital area, on my long drive home with continual thoughts of these individuals, haunting me. All day and through the evening, I wondered, worried, and prayed for these strangers I never met.

I ask that if you know of someone who is having cancer treatments, is in remission, or works with individuals with cancer, please contact me. I would love to coordinate with you in how to share the ability to heal through story.