What are the chances that the daughter my mum's new help is the secretary of the head of the oncology department at the hospital she goes to? With one phone call, mum did not have to wait too long to be seen and to begin her third session of chemo therapy.
Again and again, through a pure and innocent smile, an infectious and genuine laughter, the help told me not to worry. "I'll come everyday", she said, "And take good care of your mum. I can guarantee it".
I was deeply, deeply grateful, and repeatedly, said "Thank you, thank you, thank you".
How many is enough to express my heart-felt gratitude to the people who happen to be there and to be of such great help in life?
No comments:
Post a Comment