I’ve just had my first go-around with a lovely, well-meaning friend who came over this afternoon to give me several hugs and to tell me how brave and heroic she thinks I am, and how difficult this must be for me. And that she’s there for me any time I need anyone to do anything. Just call her. Anytime. Really.
I got about three hugs, maybe four, out of the visit, which was quick. Fortunately I’d had time to put my scarf back on before she got into the house so that I didn’t have to go through the whole hair explanation. Everybody “understands” if you have a scarf on, but not if you’re just standing there, bald. They don’t want to see that. And I knew that I was going to have to go through enough gushing anyway, what with me being brave and all.
Buck played along with the necessary facade by telling her how Yes, indeed, Patti’s really keeping her spirits up. Neither of us wanted the visit to last long, and going the cliché route seemed to be the most expedient. It was. She left soon after.
How often have I unwittingly been on the other end of this? I mean well, I’ve always meant well, but anybody can say that. It’s like a null statement. I’ve always meant to help and offer encouragement to my sick friends. Now I realize I’ve probably failed at least as much as I’ve succeeded. What is the right thing to say to someone who has cancer? I’m still not sure myself. I think it goes something like, “Gee, I’m sorry.” I don’t think it goes on after that, unless either one of you can think of something more intelligent to say.