When we are emotionally distraught we all do different things to comfort ourselves. Some of us spend time with loved ones, some of us spend time by ourselves. Some of us write, talk, shout, scream, swear. Yet sometimes we still feel helpless.
This past week, dear friends of ours found out that their preschooler has leukemia. Their world has been turned upside down in a way that I cannot imagine. My heart is broken for their wee one and for the pain they, as parents, are going through.
I feel completely and utterly helpless so I find myself in the kitchen doing what I do best: cook. I’ve been cooking a few meals and baked goods to bring to our friends. It’s the only practical thing I can think of doing. Yet I feel that it’s not much, certainly not enough.
At the same time, cooking is, selfishly, my therapy. While I plan and cook, I meditate and think of our friends and channel my energy into something positive. It’s my time to process what’s happening. My way of empathizing though I truly have no concept at all of what they’re going through. The energy I spend making a few meals is absolutely nothing compared to what they face.
So with every knead, simmer, slice and stir, I am thinking of you, Miss Cutie Petootie. You will pull through and we’ll dance and jump and giggle and play together again soon.
Heartbreaking! I am so sorry to hear about your friends’ child. I hope she pulls through.
Oh, Barb, I’m so sorry to hear about your friend. Another mom I know just had her young son (6, I think) undergo surgery for kidney cancer. He’s going through chemo right now. It’s heartbreaking. ITA re: cooking. I find it so comforting.
If it’s any comfort, I know of at least two cases of childhood leukemia where the the child recovered completely. My cousin just got married this year. She’s vibrant and healthy. A physiotherapist, actually. The survival rate is actually quite good. A tough road for the little one and her family for sure, though.