Thank You Notes Part I

In no particular order, I now present the first in what I imagine will be a very long series of thank you notes.

Dear Bex,

I did okay for the first few months but about the six month mark it became really apparent that I was lost. My life had marched along without me when I got knocked down and I couldn't crawl fast enough to get back in step. Supposedly there was a Sam-sized hole I was supposed to fit back into but I had changed sizes and there wasn't so much a hole as there was a photograph on the wall that didn't look like me anymore. I was disoriented and confused and more than a little traumatized that SO much had changed in just two and half months. And I was thinking too much and doing too little and alone too often. And I started beating myself up for all of my mistakes and weaknesses and did nots and should haves and why didn't I and if only I hads. And you came and you looked at me and you saw me. Not my hunched and balded form and my clingy, weepy heart. Not my cancer or all the negative character traits that at that point were on full display. You saw the best parts of me and you spoke to the best parts of me and little by little the best parts of me woke up and came back and I began to build a new life. So, to you, dear friend, I say thank you for your morning visits. You broke up the terrible monotony of my day and my thoughts and most especially-

Thank you for finding me when I was lost,

Sam

Dear Jane-Bug,

Such a life saver! I've never had a better boss. You were so clear about how I should do my post-surgery morning chores of opening the blinds. You made sure I got every blind no matter how long it took me and were always so happy with my work. You never let me forget to open them and you were just like the sunshine that came through the windows. Always happy to bring me kleenex or remind me to keep my lungs healthy by breathing on the lung-puffer thing and laughing out loud. Without you I am sure I would have developed pneumonia. We shared our love of chap-stick and children's books. Thank you for brightening many an hour with your curly hair, animal sounds and pretend cooking. I love you! 

BFFs,

Sam 

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