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Each day, a new positive thought appeared on the tripod; a light for those in a dark world.
I greeted the other patients in the room. We were all there for the same purpose, and our eyes whispered to each other, "Ya, me too."
One day a gentleman told me this was his fiftieth treatment.
After a short wait one of God's smiling servants, dressed in a soothing soft pastel uniform, asked me to follow her into the inner cavern of the treatment center.
We entered a large room where a doctor, nurse, and technicians waited. One of the technicians
asked me to lie down on a gurney-like table. The table sprouted from this huge radiation machine that grew from the ceiling in the room. In a semi-circle, the table moved from one position to another until it found the correct angle prescribed for my particular treatment. Technicians programmed that position's code into the radiology machine.
Like the waiting room, everything in the cavern was in prescribed order.
Twenty work days later they entered my code for the last time. After the treatment, a nurse handed me my diploma. It read that I "Faithfully Completed a Prescribed Course of Radiation Therapy with Courage,
Determination and Praiseworthy Good Nature." The diploma bore the signatures of the staff
and, as a graduation gift, I received a $5.00 gift certificate. I'll save it all for the memory.
As God's special servants for cancer patients, the frontline understands.
They understand their patients don't relish the fact they have cancer. Nevertheless, as God's special servants, they keep smiling and serving to help lessen the gravity of the situation.
Thank you Father, the experience was worth the diagnosis.
Hugh Houchin is retired, but enjoys fulltime freelance writing. His publishing credits include articles and columns in western Nebraska newspapers and numerous websites.
You may read more of Houchin's articles at:
http://spiritualwatercooler.blogspot.com
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