I felt like we were going to war. Every surgery, every treatment would become a battle in the war my husband would have to wage against cancer. I was entrenched in this war too, my experience different from his, but I also would be fighting. Cancer had already taken both my grandmothers, as well as my father only two years before. It was not taking my husband.
As we told our families and our friends, after getting over their own shock and horror, they wrapped around us and pledged their support. I felt like I was building my army, all of whom I would take into battle with us. I kept this visualization with me, of rows and rows of people who loved us standing at our backs, and I drew incredible strength from this. I know that it also gave support and motivation to my husband.
I remember reading at one point over the past year something by a doctor who treated cancer patients… He said he could always tell the ones that would pull through and make it by their attitude and determination combined with the level of support they had from their loved ones, no matter how serious their situation. Both were required, and the support was a critical component.
I charged my army with one important task, send us positive, healing thoughts and prayers. I felt this wave of positive energy every time I sent out an update email to the growing list of recipients and I drew on it when I needed it most.
I don’t know how many people my updates actually reached, because I know they were forwarded on to others and verbally passed on to even more. We received cards and emails out of the blue from those who had just heard, from all over the world. I have to think that this single collective thought of healing directed to my husband had to have some kind of impact on our universe… at the very least I felt it, and it impacted me. To all of you I send my deepest gratitude and let you know that I have your back if ever you need me.