Seven years ago, I received treatment for breast cancer at a hospital in
St. Louis, Missouri. While the medicine was state-of-the-art, the
environment was cold, sterile and unwelcoming. I later moved back to
Memphis and made an appointment at The West Clinic for my bi-annual
check-up. Imagine my surprise when I walked into a cancer center with
comfortable sofas, reading lamps, and friendly volunteers in red aprons,
there to make sure that I felt comfortable and at ease. I knew then
that I would one day don a red apron and return the favor.
Since
becoming a Wings Volunteer, I have experienced the blessings
that can only come from giving of oneself. I have learned that so much
of this "self-giving" is simply being available - available to listen to
an overwhelmed caregiver, available to help an elderly woman into a
car, available to bring a snack to a patient's hungry child, available
to make fresh coffee for a tired spouse. I try to demonstrate a serving
spirit to the many brave, strong cancer patients I encounter. They seem
to receive encouragement in learning that I, too, am a fellow survivor.
Each
time I put on my red apron, I am proud and get humbled. I have walked
through cancer and come out on the other side. Now, I have the privilege
of walking alongside others, helping to make their treatment experience
a little warmer and easier.