"Dear Doctor Nair",She addressed him formally, the good looking bartender of The Cocktail room, the man in charge of the magic, the mixes, the chemo cocktails....
the man in charge of the two for ones, the "Ladies Only's", the endless IV drips, the fix......
And thanked him. Not just for all he's done for her or them, everyone before and everyone after, but for the circle.....the union of blanketed souls, bared and chilled, hand to hand, surviving. One shares storys and one crochets, one sleeps husky breathed and exhausted, three are freezing, one jittering and afraid, one passes out.....And here, hooked up to IV's and hope, they touch each other's lives....naked of color, age, race, class, profession, pasts.....they fight to live, fight to love, fight to see each other through it.....
An army...the color of strength....
And she thanked him......
for drawing the circle
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He, like her, is an integral link in thta circle... may the circle remain unbroken. xoxoxoxox
Dear Kim,
You are the gift.
Doctors can bartend with our pharmaceutical concoctions and recipes for health...
But in the end it is the one who lives the story, who plants their feet and moves steadily forward down the scary/beautiful road of sickness and healing - who is the true giver of gifts.
We are your cheer squad, a listening ear, and hopefully a soft place to fall...
But you are the the hero, The survivor.
May the curve of love hold you in her embrace,
May the wings of healing enfold you and those you love,
And may this path you walk
be paved
with light
With love, Maithri
Another Angel in the story,
the journey,
the pages turned,
Dr. Nair....
"And he's handsome as hell, too!"
the nurse whispered to us
as we sat
waiting
to meet face to face the
next man to take the reigns....
I remember frantically scribbling
in nonsensical shorthand everything he said,
so we could make sense of it later,
so we could remember from day one,
Kimbies eyes shifting from him to my flying fingers making sure I was taking dictation, and then
ever so softly he paused,
placed his right hand over my scribbling hand,
never taking his eyes off of Kimbies,
and said...
"Here, I'll draw it for you....
I'll write it down....."
And from that moment on we could listen......
Maithri....I don't know how he does it, how he wakes up everyday and glides,
like sugar down those halls,
soft eyes understanding,
and smiling.....
And then she tells me about the cocktail room, the all day slumber parties with strangers more intimate than we can imagine....
And I know....
God bless the circle....
Ahhh... may the Majical Swirl of the Universe Warmly Embrace those who Waltz those halls... Sprinkling StarDust and Soft Whisperings of LOVE throughout each Still Beating Heart.
Kimbies....
Someddays I just gotta tell you how much I love you! Today's one of those days!
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