The last few days at work have been nice. Busy, but nice. My dear Angela was back for the first time in 2 months. She has been great to work with. I've seriously missed her. The two of us sound like a chorus of coughing bandits though. We start to laughing at each other or some one else and the coughing starts. I hate that she's so ill, but I will admit it is nice to have someone who understands. She is a wonderful person with a great desire to live. I have never met a person more deserving. Watching her health decline, the hospital stays become longer and more frequent, I am scared.
The fear I have for Angela, is quite selfish on my behalf. Yes I am scared because she is my friend, a friend who I would not know my own personal truth with out, but I am also scared because I worry this is a glimpse into my future. See, selfish. More so, I am so scared to not have her there. Not have her to text or send a message to, or call the moment that I need reassurance that our fight is not in vein.
You see when I met Angela 3 years ago, I didn't like her. Not because of her personality or her or for any reason in particular. I was scared to get to know her. I had lost a friend, Jared, many years before, to the same disease. You see I have seen every bit of her illness before. I have seen the transplant, the recovery, the before and after. I also was around when he died. I remember the pain we all felt, my beautiful friend Sherry in particular. Jared was every bit the fighter Angela is. So I did not want to risk the pain of getting to know her, becoming her friend, and losing her down the road.
Some where along the way, I have made friends with her. She has helped me to learn so much, not only about life, but about Cystic Fibrosis. She teaches every one she meets. All along I have thought this process was just a disease that affected the lungs. That is not the case. It is so much more complex. She is my angel. I pray that she will continue to fight and be a light into our world. That Angela will be strong and have a beautiful life. I pray that medicine advances and Angela gets the life she deserves. This is not a fight for the weak of heart, and Angela, has the strongest heart I know.
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