Today I went to see my Doctor. In the waiting room was a family of four; the mother sat across from me with a pink diaper bag at her feet, the father sat beside me holding a 11 month old baby, and a beautiful young daughter, maybe 5 years old wandered around.
I could only see the Mother's eyes, and I smiled at her. She looked away quickly. She had a firm grasp on her hands, and worked them slowly, with such intensity. She was under so much stress and my heart went out to her. I wanted to go sit beside her and talk to her, but I did not want to invade her privacy.
I felt that she was suffering, and the suffering was something that I was very familiar with.
It was my turn, and the family had just finished speaking to the Doctor and were going home. I walked over to her and gave her the card that promotes this blog. I said "me too" pointing to the card and myself and patted her shoulder. I wish I had a put a phone number on it besides the website. I wish there wasn't a language barrier and I could speak to her. I hoped she had a computer and Internet.