Once a year I spend a day in the breast clinic of my local hospital.
Last year I witnessed something so beautiful and heart-warming that it changed me….
The waiting room was full, as it always is.
All of us sitting, in our paper gowns, waiting for our name to be called.
To have our scans, our biopsies, our checkups.
Some of us leave afterwards, and put it out of our minds for another year.
Some of the women are not so lucky. They receive the news that everyone dreads. They get to sit in the “special chair”. The one with the box of tissues and the curtain that draws around.
Last year though I saw hope and laughter amongst the confusion and worry.
I saw a lady warmly greet and embrace another. The meeting of 2 long lost friends.
Then another was welcomed into their embrace. And then another. And then another (and so on).
And these beautiful ladies sat there, in their paper gowns. And they made each other tea and coffee. And laughed and smiled and talked. They caught up on each others lives.
A meeting of beautiful friends who obviously decided to make a positive experience out of their yearly visit.
Their positivity was inspiring and so beautiful to witness.
It was a wonderful experience and I feel incredibly blessed to have seen it.
I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest.
~ Dalai Lama