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.
All through my own appointment, I thought about her and wondered what kind of support she was getting. Does she have family besides her husband? Is there anyone to help with the children? (The Doctor is treating her for what I guessed). My greatest wish is that she does not go through this alone, with no one to talk to. I don't even know what language she speaks!
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