Compassion

As I stood in line at the pharmacy counter, I contemplated the astronomical bill I was about to pay for the poison I had to give.  UghChemo

As the very young pharmacy tech scanned the medicines into the register, I asked him if I could get a few syringes…preferably five as I have to discard them after giving each chemo dose.  He took a small bag and, to my surprise, began to fill it with handfuls of syringes.  After a moment, he handed me the small bag, stuffed to the brim.  I stared at him for a moment and then protested; “Oh my goodness, you don’t have to…” and this boy stopped me and quietly said “Just take them. Please. You can’t have a very easy life. This is the least we can do.”

I had to keep from crying as I exited the store …and then I had to laugh a little bit that a bag full of plastic medicine dispensers could make me cry.  But it was far more than the bits of disposable plastic – it was a most gracious understanding of an incomprehensible situation.  It was…compassion.

Moment by moment.

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  1. I totally get that. Profound understanding on his part. It would make me cry too.

    Bless the Lord for putting him in your path.

    Praying for you right now.

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