Given how impatient I tend to be, you would think that I would have all but abandoned the practice of mailing cards in favor of the immediacy of texting, e-mailing, and the seemingly endless social media options available to communicate with others. Don’t get me wrong; I do send well wishes and greetings electronically on almost a daily basis, but I still find something special about sending cards to my friends and family to commemorate a special occasion or convey a particular sentiment. Today, I sent someone a card who could really use it right now.
My dear friend bravely battled breast cancer eighteen months ago, and during that time, she often made me laugh hysterically and reassured me that she would be okay, when I was supposed to be the one providing the laughter and reassurance. We celebrated when she kicked cancer to the curb, and we shed tears when we learned last month that the cancer has taken up residence in her lymph nodes. There is nothing tangible I can do for her to alter her situation, because believe me, if I could, I would do anything to make cancer go away forever this time. She has asked me to pray for her, which I do daily, and I text her weekly to check in with her to see how she is doing, to share in irreverent joke, and to discuss our beloved University of Kentucky basketball team, but today, I wanted to do something more until we can celebrate her next remission.
So, I perused the aisles of Hallmark until I found just the right card, and I wrote a heartfelt message to her. When I sealed the envelope and put it in the mail, I said a silent prayer that when she opened it that it would make her smile, remind her that she is still the same funny, beautiful, loving, and extraordinary person she has always been, and make her feel supported and loved. While I could have put all of that in a text or an e-mail, just like I still love the feel of a book in my hands as opposed to the feel of an e-reader, I have to believe that some people, like my friend, still light up when they see a card addressed to them. It is a small gesture, but sometimes, love and concern are best conveyed in small, unexpected ways, at least that’s what I am hoping for in this case.
Just one thing each day . . .
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