I went for pizza last night. Pizza is a treat where I live, and I felt like I deserved it for the last couple of weeks I had lived through. A waitress I like but hadn't seen recently, was our server. We usually talk beyond the order and I had a sense that something was different and so I asked her.
And so we listened. It seems our server, a woman about 50, had an old friend from her school days who was in hospice care in New York. When she heard this, she made the effort and drove the 200 miles to visit him. He had brain cancer. When she visited she immediately knew he was in a bad place. She made it a point to call during the week and visited every weekend. Finally she attempted to have her friends Medicaid moved from NY to Massachusetts. It was difficult and it seemed every bureaucratic obstacle that could happen did happen. Meanwhile her friend was over medicated, and between that and the cancer was deteriorating quickly. That was it. Our waitress decided she needed to just act and she did so. Her friend had no one, and she went to NY and picked him up and brought him back to her home. He stopped the medications and had two pretty good months, and then as the disease progressed was in a a simply safe and loving place until he died.
No regrets, no regrets, no regrets. I believe action of this nature is affirming and meaningful. A lesson remembered.