Linette is going through Ovarian Cancer and at the same time, going through tons of chemo. She was rail thin, and surprisingly, pretty young--I wanna say in her late 40s.
I did simple everyday things for her that we take for granted, but she is too weak to do herself right now: made her a piece of toast, put on a cup of tea, watered her plants, and helped her clean.
There were definitely certain sights that were hard to witness, stuff that I won't elaborate on; however, I wasn't afraid. Like I said, I prayed about it...and anytime I felt weak (the sight of needles make we wanna pass out sometimes) I just said a quick "HELP ME GOD!" in my head.
Of course, I ended up learning that Linette was the one with vast inner strength, and I admire that about her, as well as her wit and charm. (She kept apologizing for the "stank" and ended up calling me ASH--in all caps cause she said it with gusto!--by the end of an hour).
That's all it took! A measly hour of my time made a big difference for someone else. Of course I told her, "When you are better, let's go to church!" And I truly feel optimistic that she will get better. But the frightful truth of this ministry is that some of the patients I meet are going to pass away.
That's not what I need to be concerned about. A life consumed with worry about death is no life at all, even when one feels they are close to death. I think most of you have experienced this--that when you are around death, that is when you appreciate life the very most. I know Linette is appreciating every second that she still has to live hers.