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The room was bitterly cold for a Florida July. I was told this was going to be my last combination IVIG treatment. My final experience helplessly hooked-up to beeping machines injecting coldness through my aching veins.
I was exhausted.
Optimism wasn’t in my room that day. To be truthful, I doubted this was my last battle with cancer.
But one person in my room cared enough to celebrate this recorded final treatment. You see, my nurse was previously a hair stylist in Tampa. He saw my rooted grass-like chia-pet, post-chemo fro and actually saw potential.
I saw chemo studs.
He saw an entirely new me.
Still juicing with an IV, I let my stylist go to work. This was the first time my hair had been touched by another human hand in months. I often wore a hat to keep my cancer-wreckage to a minimum embarrassment. This moment felt incredibly humbling, yet honoring at the same time. I felt completely cared for yet frozen by intense fear.
His finger-tips ran through my hair – massaging, snipping, highlighting, flicking and then…spiking.
Oh no – my hair really can stand up on its ends – without my kids! Amazement!
As he met my eyes, I remember feeling so incredibly weak. He leaned over, rested my head against a pillow and handed me a mirror.
“Look into it” he said with a smirk.
As I peered, I was met with a reflection I didn’t recognize. The face looked strong, put together, spikes of confidence and eyes of radiance.
“You made me beautiful” I said softly.
He leaned closer, grabbed my hand and said, “Oh no, I did not make you beautiful silly! You already were!”
I felt beautiful in that moment, as my veins were exploding with medication my body needed to survive. In a clinic filled with hurting patients, I felt beautiful.
That day “care” became much more than a word scratching the surface of nice, but an action that ignites healing within the heart.
Care places value on those that don’t see it in themselves.
Care places security in a life that has never felt stable ground.
Care breathes love into a soul that has never experienced a home.
Care brings the giver and receiver directly to Abba’s throne.
As I remember the makeover my hair and my heart received that day, I can hear Abba whisper sweetly:
My child, what is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to Me than a whole flock of sparrows. (Matthew 10:29-31 NLT)
I don’t simply know He cares – I’ve experienced it through the hands and feet of everyday messengers who simply care.
Do you have a caring story that has impacted your life? I would love to hear about it in the comments section!
5 Minute Friday is a weekly challenge for bloggers to write for (you guessed it) 5 minutes on a given word. No editing. No deleting (it’s HARD!). I tied this into my “Whispers With Abba” series for October. If you would like to join me and other amazing 5 minute freewriting friends, please visit Kate’s blog and linkup!
I am an ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach (Christian Coach Institute Graduate), Motivational and Inspirational Speaker, mentor to women and an author. I am an author, blogger, ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach, Motivational and Inspirational Speaker and encourager. More than anything, I define myself as a child of God. I simply desire to use my passion for thriving (getting every single drop out of life) to inspire others. I have overcome disabilities (coloboma vision-loss, severe hearing-loss and a small right arm). I am a double brain cancer survivor. I use the story God has given me to move beyond what I am surviving and thrive in His promises. I enjoy being a wife to Steve for over 12 years and mother to three boys (ages 9, 7 and 4).