“Why me?” he said with trembling hands, “when I am so close to dying?”
I took his hands so worn and kind and wrapped them in my own.
Licking dry lips he continued, “Someone else needs this so much more. I am just . . . me.”
“Why not you?” I asked looking in his eyes, “why NOT you? You’re human, you’re here flesh and blood. Who knows what we will do for you. Who knows what we will learn from you. ”
A sob escapes between those lips, “because I’m not worth it.”
I gently tighten fingers around those shaking hands.
“You are, and you will never know how many people you will help by being you.”
-M. E. InkOwl
Of A Healer is a series of captured moments from my work with individuals who are battling cancer. For a long time, these moments have been tucked away in my mind, too tender to share until now. Please enjoy each brief insight into the medical world.
Blessings to you as you obviously have touched so many with your caring heart when they needed it the most. Thank you for sharing such a tender moment with us.
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This is a beautiful piece of writing. The ambiguity of the act adds a level of intrigue, while the message is uplifting and solid. Well written.
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Oh Dear son, how touching . Thank you.Grma
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