23/07/2024
I wrote this journal entry just before completing almost 6 of 7 weeks of treatment. Memories like these help to keep me focused on the direction I travel in life ✨️......
I noticed two gentlemen enter the centre, an elderly father and middle-aged aged son, both dressed immaculately. Tall, slim, and both carrying an energy of light and grace with them. You could tell they were kind people just by looking at them.
They sat side by side in the waiting room at the cancer treatment centre. It was their first time, so they were issued with the carry bag with samples, brochures, and the official 'treatment passport'.
The son quietly asked his father a couple of questions, and his father gently shook his head, indicating he was unsure. So, the son jumped up and approached reception to ask the question.
He returns to his father standing in front of him and, mentioned that he might have to duck out for a minute (to pay for parking) but if he went in for his treatment while he was outside that he would be there waiting when he had finished (only patients can go through to the treatment area).
The frail father nodded. And with that, the son held his father's head with both hands and tenderly kissed his forehead. He reassured him and said how proud he was of him and how much he loved him. He spoke positive words and then gave him what I can only assume was a well practiced special handshake consisting of a hi five followed by a flat palm-to-palm, thumb pointing upwards fingers pointed at each other, with the words 'always onwards, always upward'. On the word 'upward', their fingers pointed toward the ceiling. He then held his father's head with both hands once more and gave him another forehead kiss before floating out the door with a 'Love you, Dad'. 💜
Still makes me cry!
It took all I had to not burst into tears ( people being sweet to each other always hits me in the feels button 💓). I saw the father sit a little taller in his seat after that.
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