The nicest thing to happen to me all day, in several days in fact, has been the roses. I took myself off after work to OPH for some chill out time, and for the first time since last Wednesday, I forgot everything that had been weighing me down.
I spent a delightful, yes, delightful, hour and a bit peering into the camera trying to capture the loveliness in front of me.
I got home and had a long conversation with a friend from home, who has finally relented and started to grow roses. I’ve had a simple dinner, hugs with the Iron Paw and soon I will be safely ensconced under the doona. I don’t think I’d be able to appreciate those basic goodnesses as much as I am right now if I hadn’t spent that time in the gardens.
So thank you to rose kind for its gentle healing embrace.
As a result of my experience over the last few days, I am making a gentle plea for understanding. If you have a friend or loved one who has been diagnosed with something they don’t want and are frightened by, don’t leap straight to opinions. Don’t tell them it can managed first up, even if it is true. Ask them how they feel first. It’s so simple, and so kind. And in my experience, almost uniformly overlooked.