A Cup of Love
I am currently sitting on my couch drinking a cup of love.
What is a cup of love, you ask?
It is first comprised of Costa Rican coffee, fresh from the source. The coffee was brought to me by a volunteer at the Incarnation House youth center. I met her a few weeks ago when she dropped off some snacks. She is a flight attendant and recently had a layover in Costa Rica, so she came to the center last week with a gift. She had picked me up a bag of the most delicious coffee, knowing that chemo makes me extra tired and fatigued and I often need an extra boost.
Then you mix that coffee with some milk. But not just any milk. This is homogenized milk that you don't have to strain. Because I, in my infinite lack-of-wisdom, bought non-homogenized milk that I've had to strain for the past week. Today, I also noticed it was expired, realizing that perhaps I was drinking curdled milk. Feeling worn out, I really didn't want to drive across the street to the store. So my friend in Atlanta, Amanda, had Amazon Prime Now deliver me milk from Whole Foods. It wasn't an hour after I complained that there was milk literally delivered to my door.
To wrap it all up you add a side of friendship- a cookie (or two) from Germany, sent in a care package of all the sweet European treats I love and refuse to refuse myself even if they aren't technically good for me. For they may not be good for my waistline, but they are certainly good for my soul.
This, my friends, is just a slice of the good in my life. It is just a picture of the friends near and far, new and old, who care for me in this trying season. I may be in a new city, but the countless letters and care packages, texts and gift cards, have reminded me that I am not alone or in need.
From the very beginning of my trials I have said to find your tribe, to surround yourself with the people who will love you at your very worst.
My tribe has proven themselves over and over again.
In a true testament to their beauty, I have been amazed and humbled by everyone who has contributed to help me pay my many medical bills. The stress of the bills was just coming to a head when I received generous donations from friends and strangers, people I know now and people who I grew up with in Virginia. You all stepped up to assist me even if we don't talk or you don't know me well. It was beautiful, and I can scarcely describe the burden it lifted in this heavy season.
So thank you, from the very bottom of my heart to the tips of my soul. Thank you for holding me up and taking care of me, from near and far.
I love each and every one of you.
And I will spend the rest of my life trying to pay your kindness forward.
What is a cup of love, you ask?
It is first comprised of Costa Rican coffee, fresh from the source. The coffee was brought to me by a volunteer at the Incarnation House youth center. I met her a few weeks ago when she dropped off some snacks. She is a flight attendant and recently had a layover in Costa Rica, so she came to the center last week with a gift. She had picked me up a bag of the most delicious coffee, knowing that chemo makes me extra tired and fatigued and I often need an extra boost.
Then you mix that coffee with some milk. But not just any milk. This is homogenized milk that you don't have to strain. Because I, in my infinite lack-of-wisdom, bought non-homogenized milk that I've had to strain for the past week. Today, I also noticed it was expired, realizing that perhaps I was drinking curdled milk. Feeling worn out, I really didn't want to drive across the street to the store. So my friend in Atlanta, Amanda, had Amazon Prime Now deliver me milk from Whole Foods. It wasn't an hour after I complained that there was milk literally delivered to my door.
To wrap it all up you add a side of friendship- a cookie (or two) from Germany, sent in a care package of all the sweet European treats I love and refuse to refuse myself even if they aren't technically good for me. For they may not be good for my waistline, but they are certainly good for my soul.
This, my friends, is just a slice of the good in my life. It is just a picture of the friends near and far, new and old, who care for me in this trying season. I may be in a new city, but the countless letters and care packages, texts and gift cards, have reminded me that I am not alone or in need.
From the very beginning of my trials I have said to find your tribe, to surround yourself with the people who will love you at your very worst.
My tribe has proven themselves over and over again.
In a true testament to their beauty, I have been amazed and humbled by everyone who has contributed to help me pay my many medical bills. The stress of the bills was just coming to a head when I received generous donations from friends and strangers, people I know now and people who I grew up with in Virginia. You all stepped up to assist me even if we don't talk or you don't know me well. It was beautiful, and I can scarcely describe the burden it lifted in this heavy season.
So thank you, from the very bottom of my heart to the tips of my soul. Thank you for holding me up and taking care of me, from near and far.
I love each and every one of you.
And I will spend the rest of my life trying to pay your kindness forward.
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